The shadow of the tenement stretched out, as if someone was adding more floors and squeezing them between the roof and the attic. Delighted by this unusual sight, I fell on my knees, ready to thank fate for this wonderful picture. As my lips approached the surface of the sidewalk tile to kiss it, unexpectedly, a forest ant appeared in their way, or more precisely, its hairy abdomen did. I know this because I saw pictures taken with an electron microscope. The accidentally kissed ant paused disoriented and raised its tiny head. Looking straight into my eyes, she moved her jaws as if she wanted to say something to me.

I lowered my head and inclined my ear to listen to what this random insect had to say. The ant interpreted my gesture as an invitation. It climbed up my earlobe and entered the center of my head. When it reached the vicinity of my middle ear, we could communicate freely. It told me about its life and work in the Rudka Forest District, belonging to the State Forests (PGL Lasy Pañstwowe). It had been sent on a special mission to assess natural resources in areas neighboring the forest district. That's how it ended up in my town, where it became completely lost. I also shared some details about myself and my interests, particularly my passion for collecting beautiful views and experiences.

Ever since the ant took residence in my head, I felt it filled a void I hadn't been aware of before. I had never realized how good it is to have someone close, who occasionally whispers something pleasant in your ear. It was a fantastic experience, that I have added to my collection of beautiful experiences. I provided it with a home and a sense of security in this unfamiliar territory, among strange places and people.

We lived in symbiosis, and our connection evolved from initial fascination to something deep that I had never experienced before. One day, she told me that it was time for me to meet her family. We traveled to the Rudka Forest District. The sun was already touching the treetops, casting golden patches on the mulch. On one such On one of these spots was an anthill built by my ant's sisters.

It was a bit strange, but the ants were prepared for our arrival. After brushing aside the top layer of the nest with a stick, I found an opening and descended into a special guest room constructed by the worker ants specifically for me. I settled comfortably on a bed of leaves. I was treated to mushrooms grown by the ants themselves, after which I felt a bit strange aa mountain of white, fat larvae.

During that time, my ant's sisters sealed the opening above our heads, plunging us into Egyptian darkness. As a lover of beautiful images and experiences, I felt terribly uncomfortable in this strange, dark place. After some time, we both agreed that we weren't meant for each other, and it would be best if each of us returned to our own world.

We parted amicably and I never saw her again. The only thing that remained from that event was a slight tingling sensation. Somewhere around my right middle ear.