All posts tagged: Poland

Eastern feelings

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We feel as though we’ve escaped time. As if we’re suspended outside reality, outside our culture. For us, there are no depressing Mondays, no lunch breaks with colleagues, no drinks with friends on the terrace, no happy Fridays, no weekend plans, no work-eat-sleep-repeat, no holidays. We’re losing the notion of time and it’s a strange feeling. We feel like we’re on the fringes, avoiding any standard schedule. Without our normal routine, it feels as though time is a wave that sometimes expands or suddenly accelerates. Writing a daily journal entry helps keep track of the calendar. But days of the week and dates don’t really mean much. The weekend no longer exists without the weekdays and vice-versa. It’s up to us to define each day and give it meaning. We’re free to live life to the fullest day by day. — Sometimes, we have what we call “one of those days”. This happens most often because there’s something wrong with the destination for that day’s trip: closed today, doesn’t exist, wrong GPS coordinates, etc. When …

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Adopted for a weekend

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Randomly meeting people sometimes leads to amazing things. While lost in the Ojcow National Park west of Krakow, we happen upon a group of young French people drinking water from a source that supposedly grants eternal love. Marie, Matthieu, Marc, and Félix come to this tiny village every year to spend time with their Polish family. After exchanging a few words, we’re invited to eat at their grandmother’s house, sharing bread, cheese, charcuterie, and beer with parents, friends, uncles, and cousins. It’s a beautiful summer evening filled with discussions and laughter from everyone. We hear French, Polish, and English in a happy melting pot of smiles and warmth. Our adopted family spoils us the entire weekend. In between meals and snacks served by the Polish mum, we go jogging in the morning and play cards and badminton. We learn that saying “no” is not allowed when she offers us something to eat for the tenth time that day. But who could complain? Everything is delicious. As we’re leaving, a neighbouring grandmother hugs me while speaking …

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