Ever since I was little, Iโve always been drawn to the sea. Rivers are beautiful and lakes have their own charm, but nothing beats the variety of the sea with its waves, seagulls, boats and people walking by its shores, enjoying their coffees, ice creams and other treats not to mention each other. Below are…
๐Anthropology Of An American Girl by Hilary Thayer Hamann
I firmly believe that books come to you when you are meant to engage with them, and this is proof positive of that theory. It came to me via an apartment I was subletting from a person who turned out to be a friend of two close friends (both of whom I had also met…
The People Watcher Revisits Some Principles on Mourning
It is that time leading up to All Saints and All Souls, which brings with it the customary cemetery visit to honor those passed before us. And like most people with enough freedom to do so (and with a desire to avoid crowds), we decide to go a few days in advance. Because while it…
Another Nero, Another Site – Green Cafรฉ Nero Paลac Kultury i Nauki
That instantly recognizable tower was, of course, one of the first things I saw when in Warsaw, and among one of the first I visited. Mainly because when asked what I wanted to do and see in Warsaw, I wanted to opt for something light before getting into the deeper, heavier stuff. Iโm not a…
Ode to a Lost Friendship Polish Style II
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 didnโt…
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 thatโs 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. Iโd usually find out…
A Midsummer Night’s Dream: A Drug Deal Goes Down in the Neighborhood
Behind the house where the German pickup artist lives with his teenage daughter, wife and dog is a small path that gives you access to several buildings, including mine. It is a path gladly taken in the summer, for it is easier to handle the wildlife than it is to tackle the elements, especially the…
The Po’Boy Chef Attempts a Burger
Well, not entirely, but the branding – quite literally – is on point. Iโm not even sure how to begin this. When I first moved to Helsinki there was a particular place I really liked and would go to a lot. I became a fixture there. It was a great place to hang out with…
Mrs. 52 Hours of Freedom Presents Her MA Thesis
She told us on the way down to Silesia that she was paying someone to write her Masterโs thesis for her. Said it very nonchalantly but at the same time in a way I termed Slavic-it-is-what-it-is-style. Those who know me well, also know that I abhor that expression. Which is why I will always use…
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