What is Poland?

‘Where are you from?’

That’s the first question that people always ask everywhere. I’ve learnt it in many languages. I answer:

‘I’m from Poland.’

Sometimes there’s comlete emptiness in their faces.

Albania – Five moments here and there

Gabriela is leaping on her right and left foot and is confusing the steps. Only after a couple of attempts she remembers how it goes: right foot to the front twice, then left foot once.

Slovenia – Land of green hills

It was in a bakery where I realised that I had entered the Balkans. When I saw burek on the shelves, I understood that I had crossed not only the border, but also an invisible line of division between Northern and Southern Europe. I came to a land of coffee, mountains and … hairdressers’.