When I decided to leave Belgium, I was asked quite often if I considered coming back to Poland… My reaction was always the same: Why? To get crucified?! Well, it’s been almost a year since I’ve been in Poland last time. And a lot has changed since then. I’ve just heard some stories from my family but, obviously, it’s not the same as being in … Continue reading Welcome to Catholand: mothers, crusades and nationalists
You know how it goes one of those crappy days. You open your eyes and you wish that this day just ended as soon as possible. I’m wondering what you do during these days. Well, I don’t do much. I used to force and torment myself to get forward. But nowadays I just wait. And most of the time I’m trying to convince myself that … Continue reading C’est toi, borderline!
If you read the “Story behind the story” you know more or less how it went: after 9 years spent in Belgium I decided to pack my stuff, send it to my parents and leave for some time to South America. Well, in a nutshell, obviously. Some of my friends were quite preoccupied: But you have no place where you could come back to, you don’t … Continue reading O home, where art thou?