Wroclaw, Poland

During our recent trip to Poland we visited Wroclaw, a city with a changeable history as it used to be part of different countries and empires before becoming part of Poland again in 1945. The picturesque houses around the market square illustrate that the city was once a member of the hanseatic league. With it’s bridges and islands as a result of the location at the riverside of the river Oder, Wroclaw even passes off as Venice of the north for some. My favourite passtime in the city however was dwarf-spotting. With more than 200 dwarfs around the city – in the most unexpected places – it is almost impossible to spot all of them. Originally installed in conmemoration of the Orange Alternative movement, they have turned into quite a tourist attraction!






You’ll end up looking at the sky


Never love a wild thing, Mr. Bell,’ Holly advised him. ‘That was Doc’s mistake. He was always lugging home wild things. A hawk with a hurt wing. One time it was a full-grown bobcat with a broken leg. But you can’t give your heart to a wild thing: the more you do, the stronger they get. Until they’re strong enough to run into the woods. Or fly into a tree. Then a taller tree. Then the sky. That’s how you’ll end up, Mr. Bell. If you let yourself love a wild thing. You’ll end up looking at the sky.”
“She’s drunk,” Joe Bell informed me.
“Moderately,” Holly confessed….Holly lifted her martini. “Let’s wish the Doc luck, too,” she said, touching her glass against mine. “Good luck: and believe me, dearest Doc — it’s better to look at the sky than live there. Such an empty place; so vague. Just a country where the thunder goes and things disappear.”

(Truman Capote – Breakfast at Tiffany’s)

Writing is an exploration. You start from nothing and learn as you go.

Welcome to the two hundred thirty-fifth – or so it seems – attempt of ours to start a Blog. We can never quite settle on one topic or even language,  hence in here you will find all sorts of things that caught our attention, floated through our minds, stirred something deep within us or simply looked beautiful and needed to be preserved from falling into oblivion.

“Dejarse llevar suena demasiado bien
jugar al azar, nunca saber donde
puedes terminar o empezar.”

Copenhague – Vetusta Morla