Tag: Gliwice
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A remarkable journey, unhurried, moving at a speed allowed by the weather conditions outside.
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I heard myself ask, quietly, “Is that the radio station?”
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As an adult, acquiring cherries meant a small supermarket punnet during a brief British season. Here, they were abundance itself. Even the family pet, a huge but gentle Bernese Mountain Dog, spent its afternoons beneath the tree eating windfalls as they fell. I casually mentioned to my friend that I adored cherries, a rare treat,…
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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.
