The new neighbourhood

This morning we completed our move from the apartment between the fountain and the New Town, to the apartment three doors from our daughter’s place, with, as we discovered later, a view of their kitchen window. Odd to be so close after having been separated by a whole world and twenty years. I was sorry…

Shopping in Praga

After sleeping in till 9 – unheard of at home – I tackle the washing. A seemingly simple task, since all the settings are expressed in icons, not Polish. I still manage to end up with a dripping wash, which somehow doesn't make it to the spin cycle. I cogitate, reset, and go out, leaving…