Things I Didn't Throw OutLamps, penknives, paperbacks, mechanical pencils, inflatable headrests. Marcin Wicha's mother, Joanna, was a collector of everyday objects. She found intrinsicand often idiosyncraticvalue in each item. When she dies and leaves her apartment intact, Wicha is left to sort through her things. The objects are the seemingly ordinary possessions of an ordinary life. But through them, Wicha begins to construct an image of Joanna as a Jewish woman, a mother,