#thirdissue

Imagine our ancestors, millennia ago, roaming the wilderness. Painting a cave, chipping a stone, gazing into the fire. What faith means to them we cannot know but undoubtedly: they did believe in something.

Three short, brilliant poem by Polish poet Ewa Lipska.

Under communism, the sculptures of the Nanai were replaced by portraits of new leaders, but communism proved less enduring than Nanai traditions.