“This last thing is not a meal… it’s a container for food if you want to take it away.”
The Theatrical Bar: Act III — The Menu in Her hands
Tag: Friendship
Train, Street and Bus
Until that unexpected meeting.
Symbols, Snow and the Train to Wrocław
A remarkable journey, unhurried, moving at a speed allowed by the weather conditions outside.
Between Poproszę and Dziękuję
... me standing stiffly, wearing a jacket that didn’t quite fit, a hat with a huge feather denoting a rank I didn’t yet understand, and holding a real ceremonial sword.
Ghosts to Carry, Stories to Keep 