Nothing must happen to them.
Fog, a Mercedes and Bulldogs: A True Polish Odyssey
Tag: Poland
The One That Stayed / Obraz, który został
... leaving only the warm air trembling in her wake
Memory in the Absence of Pixels
You don’t take photos of the air around you
Naked Ben & The Library of Buckwheat
Gruby Benek — another thoroughly Polish company named, so I was told, after a fictional chubby chef.
In Crust We Trust: Da Pizza
And when you go somewhere every week — especially when you’re a foreigner in a city where foreigners were still rare — you get noticed.
In Crust We Trust: A Short Story Memoir of Pizza
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,
Train, Street and Bus
Until that unexpected meeting.
The Outward Journey
The occasional tannoy announcement — delivered in a tone that suggested I should already know what was being said — drifted across the platform.
Railway Memories
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.
Ceramics: 55 Zwycięstwa
My camera had accidentally captured the twilight of Sezam.
Ghosts to Carry, Stories to Keep 