The colorful bird

Whether this literary work is an autobiography of Kozinski or a fictional novel, it continuously links itself deeply to both. And whether it is entirely authored by him or inspired in some parts by Polish folk stories, it remains a unique literary masterpiece in its own right, born from the disasters of the twentieth century that still extend into the history of this century we live in. The words here come out from the eye of the camera. The style ceases to be mere rhetoric and decoration to place the reader in the living breath of immense human experiences experienced by a young boy, whose early life amidst the claws of the Second World War allows him to be exposed to the freezing hands of deadly ideologies. Perhaps the pain he endured was nothing but cold ideas, gradually stiffening. And their edges became sharpened, turning into knives that only slaughter a bird because a hand painted it from the outside. Making it appear different from its other sibling, in a world made by modern humans unworthy of consideration. That is why the child in the novel screams out: "The Germans have confused me. Oh, what a pity. Is such a bankrupt and cruel world worthy of ruling?"