Tag: Expat Life Poland
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“From sharing traditional Silesian Szkloki sweets with a constellation of local schoolgirls to witnessing a perfectly synchronized, carefree performance on a June hillside, my time on the rails proved one thing: Silesia always has a habit of surprising you when you least expect it.”
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Regular Polish commuters knew exactly which seats to avoid on a freezing winter evening. I, however, spotted a row of empty seats during rush hour and celebrated my ‘miracle’—unaware that the heater beneath me was operating at a magnificent, ankle-liquefying Soviet-era level…”
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Walking into it felt like entering a small, bustling theatre where everyone except me already knew their lines.
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You weren’t there to linger. You were there to take part in a ritual that had existed long before you arrived and would continue long after you left.
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Gruby Benek — another thoroughly Polish company named, so I was told, after a fictional chubby chef.
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And when you go somewhere every week — especially when you’re a foreigner in a city where foreigners were still rare — you get noticed.
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Until that unexpected meeting.
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So I stood by the door, doing my best to look as though this was how I preferred to travel.
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The occasional tannoy announcement — delivered in a tone that suggested I should already know what was being said — drifted across the platform.
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But the flicking of peel, the laughter, the sense that I had no footing at all… that tipped me over. It wasn’t the fruit. It was the sudden realisation that every instinct I’d relied on for two decades was useless here.
