When entering Zakole Wawerskie, the wetland on the outskirts of Warsaw, we usually choose a route that allows us to introduce the place gradually. It is not uncommon to experience a bit of a shock after suddenly entering the wetland, traversing it at the same speed as the streets before. But Zakole has its own pace and rhythm. A visitor ought to figure out the pace of their visit, taking notice that, for this short time, it becomes its part just like any other being. But how do we attune to the wetland and its inhabitants?
