Ghosts to Carry, Stories to Keep
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But I can also see now — with the distance of time — that I didn’t do it alone.
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At some point I realised I’d essentially become a small‑scale cube manufacturer. They began to fill a large glass bowl, looking strangely decorative — like the world’s least practical fruit.
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The KAFO mural in Gliwice held deep meaning for the author, sparking admiration and dreams of its artist’s identity. Unfortunately, cherished digital copies were lost, leaving only imperfect images from an old iPad. The author seeks help identifying the artist to honor their impactful work and express sincere gratitude.
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She had taken a job with Bella GoodCake, helping in the kitchen, delivering sandwiches by bicycle, and doing whatever else was needed.
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If a new wave of cafés had already arrived during my visits between 2007 and 2010, it slipped past me unnoticed. I wasn’t yet tuned to its frequency.
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t was a ridiculous thought, but it grounded everything: a British ex-cop turned English teacher, locking a bicycle beneath the gaze of a Soviet tank before walking into a Prussian courthouse to instruct senior judiciary and paralegals. Gliwice had a unique way of making the improbable feel entirely normal.
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Right on cue, the parrot screeched. Somewhere out in the main corridor, a designer laughed.
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My hair looked bizarre — marked with patterns like leopard‑fur rosettes, with distinct white patches scattered through my usual brown and grey. I didn’t know what to say.
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When I filmed it in March 2014 hauling Intercity coaches and a classic WARS bar car, that machine had already been relentlessly pounding the Polish rails for 45 years straight. It is the absolute definition of an industrial workhorse.
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When the new train doors hissed shut behind me in Gliwice, I rolled my bicycle straight into the back of a police riot shield wall. I was trapped in the dead zone between a tactical line and ten very hungover football hooligans. It was turning into quite a Sunday morning…”