Hello!

I am  Anna.

I have a small factory with twenty-three employees, twenty girls and three guys. They are all
hard workers, living on my property. They start early in the morning with work and finish at
sundown. In addition to a regular meal, they get an apple, a carrot daily, and some lettuce.
Otherwise, I do not give them a salary, only food. The guys do not actually work, they have the
task of supervising and forcing themselves on the girls occasionally. I know about it, but I
pretend not to see it. Why should I, when the children they give birth to at a young age become
my workers and work under the same conditions as their parents. In fact, I need girls more, so I
try to make young guys “dissapear” in a mysterious way. Oh, don’t think I have no respect for
them. When they complete their working life, I do not kill them but wait for them to die a natural
death and bury them with dignity on my property.
What, please, you’ve heard enough and will already report me to the authorities!?
Oh, for God’s sake, I’m simply in the business of breeding domestic chickens.

What else can I tell you about myself?

Well, I’ve been on this planet for quite a while, and to tell you the truth, I don’t think I belong.

Somehow it just doesn’t suit me. But, like every plant and animal species on it, I adapted. I
belong to those Homo sapiens who explore it, so I am in constant search for the good that it
offers us. Primarily, I look for good people. Those, who in their genome, have that essence of
goodness with which they were born, because – oh yes – I do think some have
brought back the seeds of evil from other planets. That is why I try to spread the beauty and
goodness of living and explore it further.

I will write to you sometimes about my travels as well, about painting old things, about flowers
and, of course, my workers from the beginning of the story.

I’m not normally a writer. I am just a dreamer, who wishes there was a time machine, to take me
back to some old times for a moment, and until they invent it, I will teleport on the wings of
imagination, because, well, I simply must peer into that buried world.

And in the end, for the record -this website, created by my younger daughter to whom I am
infinitely grateful, is a place for good people. For those who, together with me, came from those
good planets.

I thank both of my daughters with whom I share knowledge of beauty and who have taught me to
understand and accept the changes of the present age, which I sometimes do not know how to
recognize.