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In December last year, I was going through some old pictures for two reasons. First, it was the time of the year when I reflect on the past. Second, I am working on a chapter of my fictionalized memoir, Angels in the Forest, in which I am ten, and I needed to look at pictures where [...]

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When I was a child I used to stare quite often. This habit was considered annoying, impolite, and worrisome. Annoying, because it happened almost on daily basis. Impolite, because no one likes being monitored by another person, especially a child. Worrisome, because it was imposible to determine the source of the behavior. Was it desirable curiosity or [...]

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One of the Christmas memories I have from my childhood is cooking or baking with my mom. Here is an excerpt from To Kill the Other, in which making pastry, remembered by Marek, a Polish character in the novel, is based on my own experience. “I like the powdered ones because they remind me of [...]

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It is 5:20 a.m. someday in the middle of summer when I am seven or eight; my sister is three years younger.  My sister and I are sitting in the kitchen, in our night gowns, on stools placed in the middle of the floor and facing the door. We are wide awake but we don’t [...]

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  When I think of summer, I think of time not passing. I think of the beach and the constancy of one sound that was present before anyone could hear it. I think of  my young lightweight body, darkened, pressing to the warm sand, as fine and white as flour. I think of the waves [...]

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When I look at this picture of my sister I remember the day.  We were visiting my uncle, my mother’s brother and his family. They had just moved to this new apartment and my parents were excited to see the new place. My sister was two maybe two and a half years old.  I was [...]

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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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