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Affording the truth
And it’s true: most of what we do in our social life, if not everything, is conditioned by our desire, is targeted to make us desirable, to look nice and appealing to women; and the fact of already having one, … Continue reading
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Podlasie
. Podlasie is a stroll in the rain along the forestry park, and a sweet — sweet first kiss under the umbrella: her strangely bland lips, intensely crimson, constantly juicy, provokingly fleshy. She in an absurd sanguine dress, all buttocks, … Continue reading
Greediness (a Polish anecdote)
Today I’ve been to the shop round the corner. My purchase amounted to 18,86 zl. I handle the cashier a 20 zl banknote. The change is 1,14 zl. Does the cashier round it up in my favour and return to … Continue reading
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The white silence
. We got out the smoky pub into the chill quiet night. A gentle, fairy-tale snowfall welcomed us, and the fresh cold air meant a blessing for my lunges. The old town was silent under the faint, modest lights of … Continue reading
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Being too smart…
… is the fastest way to stupidity And that’s what happens with the Blogspot crew. They think they’re so smart! Let’s say you’re spending some months in Ukraine, and let’s say you fancy creating a blog in blogspot.com. What do … Continue reading
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The Ukrainian bus adventure
. The Ukrainian bus was a heap of scrap, as old and filthy as I hadn’t seen the like since the impoverished Spain of my early childhood, and it had no heating at all. It took us eight hours to … Continue reading
Stories of the past
. During my last stay in Warsaw, Ela, my 77 y.o. lovely host, told me a number of fascinating stories about the WWII, the German occupation and the ulterior (and much worse) soviet domination. Here’s a little example: After the … Continue reading
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Words in the night
. It was a rare warm winter night in the ancient city. We strolled along the quiet streets of black cobblestone, which reflected, glossy with the rain, the lights of the neons and the streetlamps. Every now and then a … Continue reading
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