Published in a limited edition of 300, Western is a quiet book, hushed by snowfall. It traces a journey where the world is witnessed as if from the window of a train. It is a Polish world, immersed in winter, and touched throughout by American culture so that you can imagine the tumbleweed blowing from Tombstone, Arizona through a tv screen into a Warsaw bedroom. There’s no need to travel far, it seems to say, when you can stay in bed with your girl, drink coffee, share a Coke and look at the passing scenes remotely, through a plate of glass. It’s cold outside and there are many places to explore.