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The light of Paul Cézanne

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He is a painter, his job is to paint. For himself, for painting, because that is his vocation, because he would not be able to not transform what he sees into the painting works.

– wrote Henri Perruchot in the book “Cézanne”.

This is one of my favourite publications. It made me want to go to Aix-de-Provence, a small town in France, where a boy was born, who at the age of five scribbled with charcoal on the walls of what surrounding him, and people were surprised how realistic it was.

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One day in Dublin – take your time

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Dublin is a city of colourful doors, poetic quotes even on urban electric boxes, surreal bridges crossing the river Liffey, double-decker buses, songs, grunge style, parks, retro dresses, people’s gestures above law, idyllic cafes, giant windows and diverse cultures shaking hands every day.

So if you visit Dublin only for one day – relax and let to experience yourself this character.

The famous monuments leave for the future.

I promise you that even half a day in Dublin is enough to make you feel like on the meeting with peculiar friend.

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My personal symbol of Wroclaw

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There is one place in Wroclaw, Poland, where I always drop in, even if I come to the city for only two days. This point has became my personal symbol of Wroclaw which I miss.

Kawalerka Cafe – is a tiny coffee shop located on Benedytkt Polak street opposite the blocks from postmodern architecture or cosmic blocks as I usually call them, nearby the Grunwald Bridge and my flat where I used to live. The interior is decorated in 60s and  90s style. Not so long ago you could choose a music from tape records and play it on.

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On the way through Connemara

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The first day of Christmas is gray. I pour coffee into an orange, travel cup and tea into a thermos, wrap four pieces of poppy seed cake. We go to Connemara. Can’t imagine to visit her on Christmas, actually I can’t already imagine to live without her.

Beige hills, raw rocks, wet khaki colorued grasses and white-blue sheep awake me to the authenticity.

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Pleasure – coffee and records

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Galway is Irish city inlet of Atlantic. City full of shimmering colours, heavy rain, sincere tolerance, culs-de-sacs, flowing to the heart songs, and loud cry of gulls. My no perfect city with some spaces, which make really antidepressant effects. One of them is:

PLEASURE coffee and vinyls records.

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Blessing from the fresh market

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“We fall when our life stop to be a daily surprise”

Myslovitz

To my grannie Agnieszka

When I was in Sibiu, Romania much time I discovered something which reminded me of my childhood. I was wondering how it is possible in the city and country where I am the first time. The fresh market situated in Lower Town gave me the answer.

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Humanitas – one of my favorite place in Sibiu

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I bring you with reverent hands

The books of my numberless dreams.

W.B. Yeats

There is charming bookshop in Sibiu – HUMANITAS.

It is a very local place but also international. You can find there thousands of books, even in the sinks in the bathroom. People come here to take a moment for themselves, to read a book , to write something, to dream, or have a chat with somebody, who sits at the next table, and have a really good coffee.

In the basment, which has brick walls and arches is a sizeable space for coffee shop among bookshelves.

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The roofs in Sibiu have eyes

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When I see you I am pierced

by light thrusting through me

from the poem of Lucian Blaga – Romanian poet

Sibiu, the city in the heart of Transylvania delights me with the details every day. When I walk on the cobbled streets, the roofs look at me, because they have eyes.

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First meeting with Romania

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Belive that a further shore is reachable from here

Seamus Heaney

When I landed in Bucharest was very late, so I was worring a bit how I will get to the city centre, where I had one night accommodation. But to my surprise the ticket office was still open (at 22pm) and I found a bus which took me to the centre of mysterious city. While the ride I was still thinking how I will find the apartment in the middle of the night. Meanwhile I met an angel – local girl, who has led me to my place. She also hugged me and gave warmly wishes, so much needed, when you are alone in foreign country.

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