Wanderers know places and people. They generally wander alone, but sometimes they encounter other wanderers and they happen to go along a bit. They are, when necessary, colorfully unpredictable, or, when necessary, gray-normal, but always discreet, because their hiking is a matter of confidentiality, they are not vagabonds. Wanderers are masters in their profession, but they roam like no one else. Sometimes they eat breakfast, and sometimes it is a completely different meal, difficult to qualify. The time of day and night does not concern a wanderer, it is important it doesn’t rain.
Rarely do some wanderers gather together and set a common goal for the wandering. But when such a holiday happens, then their experiences are intertwined in a common braid and several journeys at one time, with one purpose and direction become a wandering-over-all-wandering journey. Then the wanderers talk to each other, and when someone is very lucky, he manages to overhear a little bit. Because these are fascinating stories. Stories lived and heard, true and well thought out, dotted with the wind of Denmark, America, Poland, which does not matter at all, as so does place and time of action.
The music of wanderers is wandering like music. It is certainly not as easy as wandering, but it is equally consistent with its purpose. Since someone is reading these words now, it means that he has already started. It’s a good decision, although its effects are not known, just like the purpose of wanderers‘ journey. However, it is certain that this trip will lead to a happy harbor, although no one knows which. Bon voyage!