They are sometimes referred to as “people in transit”, although essentially everyone comes into the world somewhere and has to die somewhere – usually in a different place to where they were born. They travel a number of roads in the course of their life, make certain decisions, meet people, part ways with people. Sometimes they come to a perfect place, persistently promoted in American movies, while usually they are continually on the move, and always striving for something. However, it has become customary to call people in transit refugees – people who went to foreign countries, where the reality is entwined with a foreign language, into the great unknown. They cannot all be branded the same, as “migrants”, because each has their own motives for their journey, dealing with their own memories. Due to fate or providence, these people found themselves in Poland, often not even knowing that such a country existed when they set out on their travels.