Ocean

At some point I have to shut down this feeling of having returned,  of being back in Poland and push it off to the side. And, I have to admi...

Parks are for friends and lovers. For solo contemplative strolls. For families on Sundays just before or after the big meal. For groups of s...

When, some five years ago, I began writing a book about growing up in postwar Poland, I understood that my story would flip between three fo...

Warsaw is home -- it's where it all began.  It's not a choice, a preference, but the reality. Even if once, a long time ago, it was ...

Every year, when I return to Poland and, too, to Krakow, I consider it: should I go back to Rynias? It’s a tiny hamlet, nestled in a clear...