The letter without envelope addressed to Danuta and Wojciech Przybyszewski. Written in a humorous convention and with an ironic sense of humour, written about two months after his return from a Spanish speleological expedition. The author apologises for not writing to his friends for a long time, the break being forced by unexpected matters in Copenhagen and three visits from Polish friends. He sends this letter through one of them, returning to his country (at that time there was a strike of postal workers in Denmark, which made traditional communication difficult).
During the Spanish expedition, Bok took many photographs, but after developing a few trial prints, he came to the conclusion that he is a much better sculptor than photographer, a large number of photographs did not come out, and he will only be able to take care of the rest in January next year, after the November exhibition and the December exams. For the aforementioned exhibition he is preparing a sculpture, which he describes thus: "a normal box that is used for transporting, for example, furniture, with inscriptions, a carrier letter, and only a small opening allows you to look inside. And inside, Sodom, Gomorrah, sulphur and hydrogen, that is a fragment of space: two figures, a piece of table, a quarter. All illuminated with a cold blue-green light".
The artist is continually positively impressed by the trip to Spain, and asks Wojciech Przybyszewski to let him know what the other members think of it.
Finally, he asks about Olaf, from the form of the query one can deduce that he is the son of Danuta and Wojciech Przybyszewski, thanks him for his name day wishes and recommends two publications to his friends: Joseph Heller's book Paragraf 22 (The Paragraph) and Dylan Thomas's poetry
The letter is exceptionally typewritten (which he uses thanks to his acquaintance with its owner).
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