My relationship with Poland has led me to clearly distinguish between relatives and family. Relatives I’m connected to by blood (due to unfortunate events) whereas my family are the people I choose to have around me and who have chosen me in turn, people I love and am able to trust completely. People who will leave no stone unturned in lifting you up and display no hesitation when it comes to letting you know when you stepped out of line, and then support you all the way through.
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I really love discovering places in the countries I’m supposed to be familiar with. The old ones, the ones I’ve visited before, hold a certain charm of recognition. The new ones can bring anything to the table, be it nostalgia, new discoveries or even somehow revisiting the old due to a memory that gets triggered or a similarity to something once seen.
Poland in 10 points – for busy readers and the impatient
As everywhere severely nationalist, populist and xenophobic the darker the skin tone and the farther away from the perceived norms you are, the lower the standing in society. Racial slurs are bandied about as though they were the sign of the cross you make with holy water upon entering a church without even taking on board that more inclusive words exist.
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