I am thankful

In this room I became myself. That’s what I think when I remember little Ania. The one who had huge dreams, reaching far beyond the borders of small Jeziorany. Today, after many years, my family home is a breath of fresh air from these dreams. For me, this small town is like a return to […]

Not much is enough

Eight years ago, I packed almost everything I had into a small basement, and I left for Africa with one suitcase. Since I’ve been coming back to Poland just for a while, I’ve been throwing out bags of unnecessary things. But that time I left them because they seemed important to me. Today, I don’t […]

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When I arrive in Poland, all the Mozambican hardships are forgotten. My experiences flatten out on the way to the airport. I can at best count them, and not very conscientiously. The time that has passed is shortened, as if these long months were just a hazy moment. A brief memory. And yet they are […]

Uncomfortable missions

It is uncomfortable in Mozambique. I had never thought about this country and myself there this way before. This conclusion was born maybe two weeks after arriving in Poland. At another breakfast together, when the hardships of the last months were just a safe memory. As safe as it was far away at that moment. […]