Tag: Vignette
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Guilty as charged. The look on my face in those moments must have been as blank as a fresh Toulouse-Lautrec canvas.
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… and finally, a frantic, breathless splut-gurgle-gasp before it fell silent.
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When the new train doors hissed shut behind me in Gliwice, I rolled my bicycle straight into the back of a police riot shield wall. I was trapped in the dead zone between a tactical line and ten very hungover football hooligans. It was turning into quite a Sunday morning…”
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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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Fledermausgauben lifting from the tiles,
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She was thinking in two different languages at the same time…
