Kącik czytelniczy Pilla: Historia filozofii po góralsku - Ks. Józef Tischner

Do you remember coming home from school and dropping everything on the little table by the front door? Keys in the china dish, letters propped against the lamp, a vase of whatever was flowering in the garden and the old telephone with its curly cord. It was the first thing you saw when you walked in, and somehow it always said: you are home.

Do you remember Sunday visits to your nan's, when the nest of tables came out from beside the armchair? Three little tables, each tucked neatly under the next, were pulled apart and handed round – one for the teapot, one for the biscuit tin and one for Grandad's crossword – and then slid back together the moment everyone went home.

Do you remember the bookcase in your grandparents' front room? Rows of faded paperbacks, a set of encyclopaedias nobody ever finished, holiday souvenirs, a framed school photo and that one heavy atlas you pulled out on rainy afternoons. It was never styled for anyone – and yet it told the whole story of the family.