Morphine tells a story of a German-Polish aristocrat who faced with hard choices of WWII conflict between Germany and Poland does not really want to choose any side preferring his morphine shots and womanizing. Konstanty Willemann lives in Warsaw, but he is the son of a German aristocrat and a Polonized Silesian woman, who does not make much of patriotic slogans and the tradition of heroic soldiers dying for their homelands. He is a cynic, a scoundrel, and a bon vivant. He is a cheating husband and a bad father. Konstanty reluctantly takes part in the September Campaign, and when it collapses, he joins a secret organization with equal reluctance. He does not want to be a Pole or a German. He does, however, want to get his hands on more morphine and live his old life as a barfly and a womanizer. But you cannot escape from history. In Morphine, Szczepan Twardoch has achieved a rare feat in Polish prose – he has created an anti-hero whom you cannot help but like. Like the great ones – Witkacy, Gombrowicz, Littell – the young writer knows how to show a weak, torn human being enmeshed in history. A crazed, trance-inducing, and bold novel.