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I still can’t write about it and I don’t know why. I know what I want to say … but it’s not enough to say it.  Perhaps all I can do is to wait for it to pass.  Will I know when it’s over?  I don’t know. Here are two poems written in honor of […]

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I looked at the floor and thought of chess.  This made me feel sinful. I was not supposed to have frivolous thoughts while in church.  The floor of the neo-Gothic church was made of black and white marble squares that made me think of the size of the chess pieces that would match the size […]

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There was a moment in my life when I realized that my father used to be a child, just like me. This realization made me feel more mature but at the same time more vulnerable.  In this moment, I realized that I am following my father’s path of growing up (which meant that eventually I […]

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I suspect that most of us believe that memories preserve a moment in time, something that happened and now is being accessed and viewed “as it was once before.” I suspect that most of us believe in their memories and are attached to the very specific way something is remembered. But what do we really […]

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When I think of my mom who passed away of ovarian cancer on November 7, 1999 at the age of 63, this is what I see: It was a hot summer day.  My mom, my sister Aleksandra (we call her Ola or Olenka), and I are in the garden.  I am 6 or 7 years […]

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I woke up this morning to a silence that was spreading inward and outward at the same time.  Inward, I felt very centered, still chasing the tail of a dream while slowly reaching into the waking life. It was pleasant. Outward, I couldn’t hear any sounds outside the window and I imagined the snow that  […]

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… as I was saying “it” all started when I was six years old. I grew up in Gościcino (watch a short video here), in a single family house.  My maternal grandparents lived on the first level of the house and my family — my parents, my sister Aleksandra, and I — lived on the […]

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Last night I woke up at 3:15 a.m. and since I felt perfectly rested I didn’t see any reason of staying in bed.  I decided to go downstairs. All the lights in the house were out, even the small one above the stove that is usually left on just so we can see our steps […]

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When I look at this picture of myself with an apple I think of how history is remembered, preserved, and passed on to the next generations. I come to the conclusion that an accurate account of history doesn’t exist. History is not recorded as a continuum of things that happened. It is rather a knowledge […]

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I came to believe that the me inside of me is the same since my earliest memories can reach. I came to believe that time and experience have changed my flesh and matured my way of thinking but have had no impact on the core or the essence of what constitutes the me. And I […]

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