Kategoria: My diary
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There is a unique stillness in winter that invites reflection. While frost glitters on windowpanes and early nights stretch long and quiet, we are drawn inward into our homes, our thoughts, and the gentler rhythms of daily life. This often-overlooked season offers a rare opportunity to pause, to consider the year that has passed, and…
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For the first time in a long while, I could see the independent crowd on the streets of my hometown. For years luck hadn’t been on my side, but taking advantage of the occasion, I decided not to travel to the capital and stayed home instead. I began my celebration a day early in a…
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Every year on 11 November Poland celebrates its Independence Day, a date that holds deep meaning for every Polish heart. It marks the moment in 1918 when, after 123 years of partitions, our nation regained its sovereignty and returned to the map of Europe. For more than a century Poland had been divided among Russia,…
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There was once an event called the Triada Biegowa in Częstochowa, a unique running experience that turned a regular weekend into a test of endurance, faith, and leg strength. It lasted three days, with a different race each day, and every morning brought a new route, a new challenge, and new ways to wonder why…
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As a runner and cyclist, my wardrobe and gear are basically their own obstacle course. I have this… let’s call it a “seasonal rotation system,” which happens maybe two or three times a year. And every single time, I manage to do something completely wrong. For example, just now I grabbed my summer clothes… in…
