In April 1994, almost 5 years after my move to United States, I have visited my Fatherland. Five years might not seem like much, but the distance between Poland and America is far more complex than the linear stretch between "now" and "then." The time gains distinctly different dimensions as experienced here and there. Thoughts follow paths charted in mutually exclusive languages. The space manifests itself in ways as drastically opposing as the difference between touching and being touched.