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... and even in the face of the worst disasters of this world, persist in our endeavors, big or small ... in the everyday, the most ordinary activities, follow ... as if nothing had happened ... and in spite of everything. Thinking how good it is to live a moment.
I odganiajac all sorrows and darkest visions ... I close my eyes and I surrender memories, feeling under the eyelids of the unusually warm spring day ... and living over again that meeting ... It was May
last year. Beautiful month, although quite cold for this time of year. And I'm just beginning repair hut and not having to feel like freezing nights in the trailer, I decided to look for myself although some a little bit warmer locale. In a nearby village, I pointed out a house near the woods, where she lived a lonely old woman. Ms. Pelasia. I thought right away that this is something for me. And he was right.
Little white house near the forest was lovely. Such a touching starowinka with pobielonymi walls and flowers around, just like I like .. And the gate, which you do not ... was ... and open the door locks, as if inviting the entry ... I already knew, that it already is. My cup of tea.
went inside, looking around curiously, and somewhere inside the house I heard the merry voice: Here ... Here I am!
small house was suddenly some two rooms and kitchen downstairs, so I went and last saw them sitting in a chair smiling old lady.
stated the balls and identified himself with a smile as "niechodzaca ... almost", smacking me with it on both cheeks. And I stared at mesh of wrinkles on her face and intricately upiety silver bun. And when the old lady said: "A CHILD ... not poszlabys the cells after a tree?" I felt like a. .. HOME!
and then you just sat at tea, warming himself in the warm tiled stove and watching ... series, one after another! Because of their grandmother Pelasia is a big fan ... I gadalysmy endlessly, laughing from time to time with the heroes serialowych and everything, do not know why ... Oh, yes, enjoying, like two crazy teenagers.
And when the son rang, asking what's on. dpowiedziala grandmother. Like what? TV!
I was surprised that I took myself on the head these terrible ruins! ... instead of working a beautiful, trendy domeczek, like everyone around. And I say that I do not want domeczku pretty new, because I do not like houses with ... Prefabricated! I zasmie4walysmy August, wiping tears from your eyes ... Because
grandmother, besides this wonderful mesh of wrinkles and shaped, silver Bob, had a sense of humor. Rather inappropriate for the elderly and ailing same, even if they were not. But it just embarrassing. A grandmother was the complete opposite. And not only that she was not bitter, but on top of that was obscene ... merry! And wagged his hand casually, pointing at the bag full of drugs and those your balls ... saying with a laugh that sometimes feels like a skier, but that ... launched and somehow I can not!
And it would not be surprised if they suddenly had abandoned his crutches and ran laughing into the garden to look for spring ... ! Or suddenly started to climb a tree ...! Just like Astrid Lindgren, this from "Pipii L.", which is at the age of seventy-two years ... even climbed trees! Like a child! And probably because she could not quite stale? And perhaps that's why her books for children were so unusual?
Ah ... Then how she has aged beautifully, Now sighed, looking at grandmas Pelasie!
And when conspiratorial voice, with an impish smile, she said - "A well remove my child from the sideboard is naleweczke herbal ... because it palpituje my heart!" I knew that this time of memories.
Oh, it was Granny's rich life. And easy. Oh, nazyla August kobiecinka and in many survived!
war, hunger and ill-usage coincided with her participation. Hard work I also do not miss it. She was born six children. And not having the time take care of them, had to do it themselves, so we brought up older younger. And besides all this had to do everything at home, because she with her husband from dawn to dusk on the land and the cows and the pigs and harvested in the forest ... Oh, was that it was!
And now, she said once the laughter, it's probably all those children to me pozabierali, saying that it fails! But August brought up. I came out to the people. Oh yes! Grandma's six children are great people. I met them, as with any of them ever look a mom.
and sighed, how hard it was. And how it often looked hungry eyes. And when the bread was given with the greatest reverence, trying not to lose or okruszka. And as the years before, bought a television for children that, at bedtime did not have to ... neighbors walk. But the story. I liked her the most. And what a great joy was in the house. And like everyone else, the whole family with reverence, as a Sunday sermon, sat before the television to hear what's new in the world too. Then
spiewalysmy serenade from my grandmother's and youth.
Eh ... after grandma nalewce we had voices like the operatic prima donna!
and talked about how to repair the house alone one with his own hands. How difficult it was, but with all the advice they gave. And how was a widow. But do not worry because he has surely ... TV!
And I listened and wondered, what about life?
life where everything was so ordinary. Simple. Difficult. And beautiful.
work. Bread. Dom. This is what is most important.
Without any ornaments. The quintessence of life.
I palilysmy furnace carbon in the old kitchen. And it was the biggest celebration of how one Sunday gotowalysmy together a broth with the neighbor-fed chickens and jarzynek from the garden. And
own noodles, grandma's work. Rosol on a real fire, it tasted different. It's a real treat for body and spirit. I return to the tastes and smells of childhood, of my children's stays at Grandma's in the countryside, where the carbon pyrkal kitchen smelling of chicken soup, and great grandmother zagniatala the kitchen table pasta.
And the smell of noodle soup with its own ... remained forever. And now with their grandmother Pelasi REPEAT again those old flavors ... Menu in the form of soup.
five-star hotel Pelasi grandmother. So I named this object. I just missed the sign on the gate, which you do not have ...!
And my "suite" on the first floor, with a simple bed, a tiled stove and a view of the forest. Without bathroom, and even without running water ... was the most luxurious apartment, which I could imagine.
And amazing was that all this was so much ... True.
And it's worth, this was a long way to go ... trek from south to north, though for a moment to stay in a five-star hotel Pelasi grandmother ... I sit with her on the television series ... and soak up the stories, laughing with anything, just like that!
And then the power to tell these stories ... and write down i. .. show to the world.
I do not know how for you, dear, but for me, are the stories ... unusual.
And some photos of my wanderings ...
... and a road without end ....
... and old houses encountered somewhere along the way ...
... and an invitation to rest for the weary Wedrowca ...
.... and the first timid trailers spring of recent years ...
... and collection of weed ... somewhere along the way to herbal teas ... Yet here I was accompanied by my pieseczek, faithful companion of my wanderings ... unfortunately, who already is in another world ... look at me from above ...
... and hiking in the south ...
Unfortunately pictures granny cottage somewhere Pelasi wsiakly ... So will the next time ... and again to her small hotel near the forest will visit.
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