Jerzy Kukuczka's death

The first thing I remember is me roller-skating down the sloping pavement, passing a long building on the left. I was thinking why had I been called as a witness in the investigation of the Jerzy Kukuczka's death. After a while of riding, I passed the bouilding and turned left after the corner.

The magnificent view of the sea emerged. It was night; the dark, massive waters were waving under the clouds chased by the wuthering winds. All of the sudden I spotted a man on the beach. He was dying and I was quite sure that it was Kukuczka himself. I runned towards him as fast as I could. He was lying on his back, chuckling and I couldn't decide if I can resuscitate him or not. Close to us there was a woman, supposedly his wife. She was totally unable to do anything, even when I wanted her to call the ambulance.

Then the scenery changed. It was still our three, but in the Kukuczka's house, in a dim chamber. All walls were covered by dark curtains. The two front doors (no idea why two) were close to each other, both coated with quilted fabric and armed with several locks. The atmosphere in the room was rather heavy.

Kukuczka stopped chuckling and seemed to be dead, but I found out that he was still breathing, yet unconscious.

The last thing I remember is Kukuczka's wife struggling with her mobile, trying to call the ambulance at last, however unsuccessfully.