The magical story begins here…
On a perfectly ordinary street in Poznan, in a perfectly ordinary house lived a perfectly ordinary family: Franek, Bogusia, their mum Alicja, grandad Rysiu and Spryciarz the dog. They ate porridge with banana or tomato sandwiches for breakfast, went for walks to the park, hunted for chestnuts in autumn, and read books out loud and drank cocoa in the evenings. It seemed as if nothing unusual ever happened to them but…
In the corridor, in a wardrobe, which stood next to the grandma and grandpa’s wedding photo, was hidden a very old carpet. No one remembered where it came from: whether it was a gift from grandma or a souvenir from a journey to a faraway country or perhaps it has always been in this house… It didn’t matter. What mattered was what this carpet could do. And it was
a truly… magic carpet.