I don't really like the word 'expat' even though I am one right now. It is like I am something 'ex' to my homeland and I feel nothing like it. When I was a child we used to go almost every year to the polish seaside. I learnt how to survive on a camping, …
...Home. And again at the airport, again a tiny tear and the feeling which tells you that you should stay… But life goes on. I always say that I have no vacation when I fly home, to Poland. There is always so much to do.. visit grandparents, go to the doctor.. This time wasn’t different …
Because of moving, there was no time to write. I moved two doorsteps away but still... it takes a lot of time to pack all the things you have.. and couple of minutes to notice and eventually to start complaining that you have too much. Well here I am. In the meantime, I also visited …
The time jumps, flies and runs away. What if you could go back for a moment and feel the smell...of fishy water of the lake or a smell of your jacket one day after a bonfire? Doesn't appeal to You? Well then You don't know Mazury. There is a very magical place in the …
A lot of stories float around the world. Who would count them? Who could tell them all? 1. There are some about fathers, mothers, brothers and sisters who wait for their loved ones on airports, bus stations to pick them up and sit down together at the Christmas Eve table. 2. There is one …
Today is a special day. I am Polish and I am proud. I don't care about politics, I care to write some words.. or maybe show you a piece of my land in some pictures. I happen to be living out of my country at the moment. And believe me, everyday I wish I could …
It supposed to be a Swiss dream no.2 but instead was a Czech disaster and in the end Polish salvation. I guess not everywhere is a piece of home or even hospitality... or even... ok we actually ate good. And the room we slept in had a nice window. So we left Switzerland in the evening. …
