




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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I particularly admired the little bit of twisted fence wire you have skillfully woven into the heart-rending tableau of frozen leaves.
yeah I did that specially. And the leaves were in make-up for hours...
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