Tag: Poland
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Would you like some woollen mittens? Any colour you’d like.
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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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Nothing must happen to them.
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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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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.
