This is more than a reflection. It is the urge to get an insight into the inner self, into the sphere of emotions, sensitivity, underlined by the stigma of obsession, apprehension, fascination or the tragic destiny which terminated Bruno Schulz’s short life. Animated images which bring back the premonitions surrounding the modest teacher of the Drohobycz gymnasium take the audience on a voyage at the end of which they encounter an abyss, and speechless witnesses whose silence intensifies the human drama.

How do I appear?

Sometimes I catch sight of myself in the mirror,

a strange, comical, sorrowful thing!

I am ashamed to confess that I never see myself en face.

But a little deeper, a little further, there I stand far inside the mirror,

turned a little to the side, almost in profile,

I stand lost in thought, looking to the side.

I stand and look, not moving, looking aslant.

I am almost looking at my own back.

Our eyes have ceased to meet.

When I move, he moves too,

but with his back half turned,

as if he did not know that I am here:

as if, having passed beyond a great many mirrors,

we were no longer able to return.

Bruno Schulz, Solitude, 1937.