This is the story of my father’s life – from childhood games and first dreams to his sudden, unexpected passing. It is the tale of a boy who looked at the world with fascination and carried within him the desire to create, and of a man who, despite the weight of history and difficult times – war, displacement, the realities of the communist era – never allowed the light within him to fade.He lived an ordinary life, yet his heart beat to the rhythm of art. In determination and curiosity, he found the strength to face adversity. In his love for photography and color, he discovered his own space of freedom, and the paintbrush became the extension of his soul.This is the story of Leszek – a simple man with extraordinary sensitivity. A man who painted as if he wanted to save beauty from being forgotten.