Fra Belgia

Je sui la Pologne.

I came back from Belgium, the country when only once I had to hide my ethnicity in front of young snob girl, who instead of playing with her friends with dolls, plays usually golf!(sic!)

I don't really think that I am typisk Polsk neither. And actually what does it mean to be typisk. There were few surprised eyes that I don't like vodka, yes and even I don't steal cars. Thats fact I work as a grass cutter but before I was a dog musher. Anyway I almost finished my second faculty and maybe soon will become the man with the title. Not the knight or prince, but still some. I am not also Chopin or Czajkowski, not even Mickiewicz or Slowacki, I cant see the Sun as it did Kopernik. So maybe I am not so typisk polsk as some may think I am.

I live where I stay, where is my bad and my plate. I live where my soul is smiling and getting fright. I live where my heart is beating and air fulfill my breath.

And where do I come from?
My mother womb and my father bone.

I am here defined as predicted, with all my shortage and all my fullness.

I am here.