Category: Stories & Poetry
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It was amateurish, unpretentious and completely unlike everything around it.
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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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“Are you Harry?”
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… and finally, a frantic, breathless splut-gurgle-gasp before it fell silent.
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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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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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Would you like some woollen mittens? Any colour you’d like.
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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…”
