Tag: Gliwice
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… leaving only the warm air trembling in her wake
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You don’t take photos of the air around you
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… the kind where you turn a key and a steel bar slides through the spokes with a satisfying clunk. Park, click, walk away. Utterly civilised.
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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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A few wore grand, floppy mushroom toques—traditional baker’s caps so oversized and ballooning they seemed to hover above their heads rather than sit on them,
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Until that unexpected meeting.
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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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Then there were the plastic seats — back-to-back rows that discouraged comfort and punished optimism. I tried one once, briefly, before realising they were designed for people who had already given in.
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My camera had accidentally captured the twilight of Sezam.
