In Gdansk
In Gdansk, I’m a tourist. My grandmother had no ties to the city, and I had no interviews lined up in the capital of Pomerania. But I was eager to see the city of Schopenhauer, Grass and Solidarność, and with time … Continue reading
In Gdansk, I’m a tourist. My grandmother had no ties to the city, and I had no interviews lined up in the capital of Pomerania. But I was eager to see the city of Schopenhauer, Grass and Solidarność, and with time … Continue reading
These last days flew by. After a week spent recharging my batteries on French beaches, I was a bit surprised by all the small things I still needed to do and organise, and spent the first days after my return … Continue reading