Sans domicile fixe or what do I think about… being homeless.

Maybe not literally homeless (at least not since I managed to find the room). During the last three years of  I have lived in three countries, four cities and six flats, not counting all my stays at my parents’ house. And it made me thinking. Am I actually homeless, because I don’t have only one … Continue reading

Long way home. Lagoa do Fogo

I’m writing these words in the airplane heading to Prague, Czech Republic. By the time you’ll be reading them, I’ll be in my hometown already, in southwest Poland. Or maybe in Warsaw, studying for the exams. Or somewhere else in Poland, Europe or world, if you happen to be reading them weeks, months or years … Continue reading