Category: Stories & Poetry
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The author reflects on their evolving relationship with Polish food, from confusion and hesitation as a newcomer to finding comfort and belonging through community and shared meals, ultimately transforming from a foreigner to someone connected to Polish culture.
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… while I was running around in a Blondie T-shirt, buying overpriced captain’s caps, and dining on street sausage.
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She was thinking in two different languages at the same time…
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His love is real, but it cannot be spoken, pursued, or resolved.
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Some memories don’t fade. Niektóre wspomnienia nie znikają.
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while the owner, kind and amused, watched an Englishman fall in love with his coffee shop.
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Anyone heading for the single toilet at the far end had to squeeze, shuffle sideways and politely apologise their way through a sea of locals.
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One night that loneliness felt heavier than usual. I sat there, staring into the firelight, wishing I’d just gone straight home. I was tired in that profound winter way, when the cold seems to settle inside you.
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Everything gleamed. Everything moved. Everything repeated itself with mechanical certainty. For the first twenty minutes, I tried to follow the guide’s explanations. After that, I simply drifted, nodding at intervals, trying not to look like a man who had lost all sense of time.
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And when your eyes filled over nothing at all, you would whisper an apology for feeling so much.
