Les gens qui ne rient jamais ne sont pas des gens sérieux

Be who you are and say what you mean, those who mind don't matter and those who matter don't mind

Tuesday, August 01, 2006

...or maybe the vodka.

'So you really like Poland?' Marek's mum searches my face for clues. I nod in what I hope is a reassuring way, 'yes, I like Poland' I confirm.

She puts down the tea towel and faces me, an expectant smile on her face, 'what do you like best?'

'Oh, you know,' I scour the room for clues, finally offering a feeble 'everything.'

'The food' M's sister offers, I smile, 'the language' M's mum adds with an amused snort, 'me!' M's dad suggests.

Most definitely the people.

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