“Nothing too sweet,” she’d say, rolling her eyes with affection. “If I made cakes like we do back home, they’d think I was trying to kill them.”
The Patron Saint of Courgette Cake — A KAFO Story
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Non, je ne regrette rien — A Kafo Story
Guilty as charged. The look on my face in those moments must have been as blank as a fresh Toulouse-Lautrec canvas.
The Man Who Preferred Tea — A KAFO Story
I even bought an SCA Coffee Taster's Flavour Wheel poster, privately thanking my lucky stars that I'd never tasted anything falling into the category labelled simply “Other”.
It Wasn’t Just The Coffee — A KAFO Story
Why the bamboo?” I whispered. “Does it change the science?”
The Clean Entry — Catching The Third Wave
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.
Spoko… spokoniej — railway stories
These trains had already carried thousands of stories long before mine ever began.
The Theatrical Bar: Act I — Curtain Up
Walking into it felt like entering a small, bustling theatre where everyone except me already knew their lines.
The Theatrical Bar: Act II — “Smacznego”
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.
The Theatrical Bar: Act III — The Menu in Her hands
“This last thing is not a meal… it’s a container for food if you want to take it away.”
The Smaller World
Plan B: to abandon the audio entirely and act out the dialogue on international business etiquette myself.
Ghosts to Carry, Stories to Keep 