Click here for Part I The thing with broken kids and kids from broken homes, we always recognize each other. What we do with that information is one thing. But there really is an invisible bond, accessible via the subtlest of signals that brings us kids together. Perhaps Babette was broken, too, but that didn’t…
Category: Summer Vibes
Ode to a Lost Friendship Polish Style I
He came to me fully grown as a seven-year-old boy about to turn eight, so that’s how I always saw him, as the boy who lived below us in my building and was a year and a month younger than me. There were three of us on our side of the building, so that there…
Summertime Sadness
Much as I liked the summer, I always preferred spring. Spring is my birthday and as a kid that meant strawberries as well as warm nights and flowers blooming. Plus the arrival of summer, which either meant going somewhere nice to swim by the sea or moving back to the US. I’d usually find out…
Coffee, Crepes and Great Vibes on a Rainy Saturday in February
Crepe Cafe is one of those places in Warsaw’s Powisle district that you may or may not miss. Practically at the descent of PKP Powisle (the local train stop), it may or may not be easy to miss if it weren’t for the statue standing outside. The first time we ended up there was when…
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