here should be some kind of flowery prelude full of sophisticated phrases though not necesarrily true. I could use here beautiful descriptions, as who never fell for the charm of legends. Wonderful, mysterious stories guide our imagination through the land of wonders, where we can find: impossible and real, where characters inhabiting these extraordinary place become the part of our own reality, not only in an imagination plane. That's how is with me. I arrive, help to full fill your dreams and disappear as surprisingly as I appeared. Just like fairytale witch. After meeting me you will consider there still are real Witch and will tell about me to others. You can call me the witch. Although this is only a result of successful exspansion of christianity, which banned demotic rites, traditions and one of the eldest (and the noblest as well) habits. I mean the habit of gathering, storing and passing knowledge by the eldest family members. This habit is long time forgotten. The last ones practising this tradition were called witches and warlocks and they were accused of magic, but is it really ok to talk about any guilt or adulterine bahavior? I weren't born different. I am not guilty or cursed because of the knowledge passed by my granmother, which is banned by The Church. Nowadays you can still meet women dealing with herbalism, rites, tarot or Kaballah in Poland. I come from that region.