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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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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 called my dad today, as I do every day, and he picked up the phone but for the first time said nothing but one word, yes? I started talking about the weather and the colors of the forest around our house. Everything is turning red and yellow, I said. It rained last night, I […]

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This is my favorite picture of my parents.  I like the way my mom looks on this picture; she reminds me of a movie star from the 30s. But I especially like the way my father looks because the corners of his mouth are turned upward. When I look at the picture I feel like […]

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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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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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Perhaps the very essence of human nature calls for naming things to make sense of the world. I imagine the first humans touching rocks, blades of grass, newborn babies, and the fur of animals they killed. And making sounds — the first sounds that named the things they were touching.  In my mind the sounds […]

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When I think of the thread to burn the Qur’an and of the many divided voices in the media, I can’t help but to admit the strong clash I feel between what we call the liberties of this country with what I remember as the history of my family, of my country, of Europe. I […]

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I was three years, three months, and one week old on the day my baby sister, Aleksandra, was born. I didn’t know my mom was pregnant and I didn’t know I lived in Poland.  I didn’t know there was a world outside of my own and I didn’t know I had my own world. I […]

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