


Left my beloved Kraków now to set up in Brussels but this is by no means the end of my adventures with Polish. Linguistic confusion and cross-cultural misunderstandings still abound. I'm an interpreter, a translator, a musician, I'm learning to cook again and I miss my dog. I think that's got it covered, more or less.
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Middle photo, is that elderlyward stillstood tourist bearing a publication whose title reads PARYŻ in an unequivocally Polish manner? Other Poles there are, too, probably, if I judge the dress-code correctly.
You're right! Well spotted!
And yes, I definitely heard the unmistakable ring of west-Slavic consonants at several points during the day...
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