Zdzisław Jurkiewicz. Occurrences(25.04 - 1.06.2014) His apartment. With narrow windows to the east and the west. With a small corridor. A one bedroom flat in Wrocław in Łaciarska St, at number fifty nine. A studio and an apartment in one. Yet, it also has a different location. Not “entirely somewhere else”, but “also somewhere else”. Not only at that address, but also on the fifty first parallel north. An apartment-observatory. On the fifth floor. On the Northern Hemisphere. At a specific, calculated distance from the Sun. And from the Moon. And among some other solar systems. I don’t know their names. Nobody has ever taught me astronomy, alas. But I’m trying to imagine it. And I can enumerate further points of reference. Points in a space that extends way further than the roofs of the neighbouring houses. Beyond the city. Above the continent. Beyond Cygnus. To Hercules, which he saw from the windows of his only room, year after year, always from spring to autumn. That’s how it is with Cygnus on the Northern Hemisphere. And even further: beyond Orion and its supposedly easily discernible one hundred twenty sun-stars. All these points are the places he determined. Or not determined, but rather noticed, or better saw. He wouldn’t draw maps. He would look and leave a trace of what he saw. A trace which I can follow when I forget to look. Everybody can. Within their own capacity. The more so in loneliness. He saw extraordinary things. Truly exceptional. The sun rising and setting. Simply spectacular. Awe-inspiring. Quite literally. He saw them through his window. A sky colour extravaganza.