Last weekend with my friend Jarek we took our photo cameras and all photo equipment which we didn’t use for the whole winter. We bought 24h train ticket and decided to go to places to take some pictures. Continue reading “Warsaw weekend photo trip, Poland”
For the time being I live in a quite small and boring city called Siedlce. It is my hometown. Every now and then I try to travel to some different city to meet up with my friends. Last weekend we decided to met up in Łódź. Continue reading “Short trip to Łódź to meet friends, Poland”
Everyone has got some parents. We have a better or worse contact with them. Many people grow up with them in one home seeing them almost every day. After man years of living abroad I decided to come back for some time to my home town to spend some time around my parents, but actually now we don’t have much in common.
As for today I prefer to don’t talk to my mother as her character and personality is unbearable and my father usually doesn’t have much time for me. As for this reason I tried to find in my mind something which I remember the most about them from my life and I came up with quite funny conclusion.
My mother always was saying ‘It’s late already. It’s time to sleep.’ The main thing she repeated on daily bases. She doesn’t say many clever things and this sentence many would say that sounds quite reasonable.
As about my father I remember that he never have time for me. Even on the phone he disconnected as fast as he can, cause he always busy. Without saying ‘bye’, but ‘I can’t talk right now’ instead. Later during my life I noticed that I behaved too many times like that with people I cared about. I am happy that I realized that and now I am not going to behave this way as I think rushing is not necessary in most of life’s situations.
Those are quite odd things to remember about parents, but that’s reality which need to be accepted. Oh well :/
I remember a day in Ibiza when 4 of my friends were walking down the beach while suddenly they noticed Police officers running towards them. 2 of them had some illegal substances on them, so with heart beating fast they started to run away Continue reading “Melon story and some more… Ibiza”