Tag: Poland

more than just faces on a wall

A thick blanket of clouds clung to the top of St. Mary’s Basilica as we cut through Rynek Głowny in the middle of Old Town, Kraków. The weather had turned heavy almost immediately after my friends David and Sara arrived in Poland, but that…

invisible lines

I remember visiting the International Peace Gardens, a multi-colored, scented oasis, seemingly in the middle of nowhere of my small 6th grade world, connecting North Dakota to Manitoba, the United States of America to Canada. I straddled the border, a line etched in the…

unthreading the messy knot

My suspicions of what would happen if I just let myself loose into the world were confirmed, indefinitely, in the two free months I’ve had since I left home seven months ago. I would spend all the money, drink all the beer (like, all of it),…

from sea to shining sea

A few weeks ago, my Scottish friend David commented on how funny he found it that Americans always talked about what else they were, as in, “Oh, I’m part German, part Dutch,” or, “I gotta bit of Scottish in me, but I’m mostly Polish and…

gritty, dirty, beautiful berlin

Confession (though for my parents, this will just be stating a well-known fact): I used to be a liar. And I used to lie a lot. And I used to be really, really good at it. In my defense, it was a necessary skill in…

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