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The Only One in The World – Toy Piano Gallery in Wrocław

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On Thursday afternoon, I enter the tenement house at Ruska 46A/101 in Wrocław, intending to visit the BWA Gallery. However, on the ground floor, my attention is drawn to the glass door and the sign “Toy Piano Gallery”. I open it and suddenly my breath is taken away. I can see several hundred small upright pianos and grand pianos. They look ancient. And, in contrast, to my left, the innovative Cristal Baschet with its large yellow tubes – its eyes.

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I come back to Inis Meáin

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October started quickly. I don’t know where it is rushing. So I try to capture this last week. I listen to the dripping rain, watch the flickering candle flame. I grind coffee beans, warmth brown like chestnuts. I am looking a fox in the garden. At the Galway market, I eat homemade sushi in the fleeting sunshine. Meanwhile a poem I write about November.

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Visiting Yeats Tower

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On a sunny Sunday in August, I sit at William Butler Yeats’s table, writing a few thoughts for the master. On the desk lies many of loose sheets of paper, a pen, a quill, and an inkwell. Light streams in through the green-framed window. I reflect, smile, and look at the red and yellow flowers in a vase. On the sideboard are old books and the poet’s blue teapot.

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Ramble of London Camden

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The train arrives for St. Pancras International station. –This is London, your final destination – I hear over the loudspeaker, and I feel a tril. Moments later, we’re traversing the narrow underground corridors. And we’re getting off at Chalk Farm. What a beautiful station building.

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Frida Kahlo Wings

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Why do I need leg when I have wings.

-wrote Frida Kahlo in her diary. She got polio as a child. Then she had serious bus accident. And after complications, she did have her right leg amputed below the knee. However, this didn’t stop her to living life to the fullest and becoming the greatest Mexican artist.

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Helsinki without make up

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You don’t have to keep up with everything, rush here and there… you can just be, look around until you see.

I get on tram no. 4 and go to Katajanokka Island. The oldest district of Helsinki, where the writer Tove Jansson grew up. When I get off I go up the street, but suddenly I decide to go one more stop. I notice another green vehicle, I run and a boy who is walking on the sidewalk, runs first to catch this tram for me.

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Brussels with my friend

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It starts at the Gare Du Midi station, where I get off the spray-painted train and immediately run to buy a clasic waffle with sugar. Trains to Amsterdam, Paris, and London whistle in the background. But I only want to be in Brussels. This is where I came to meet my friend halfway.

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