Dobranoc, kocham Cię

I clicked over to the evening news after my DVD ended and found out about the plane crash; they were filming outside the Polish church in Dorcester where PolackPappy went as a child. And while Pp enjoys a good Polack joke as much of the next guy, he once told me something I've never forgotten: the Polish people are very, very tough. They've gone through a lot of shit. Epic shit. And they keep on keepin' on. Pp also told me he sees that in me.

When I was living with the Babcia, she attempted to teach me many things: how to play the piano; how to make my bed; how to say good night, I love you in Polish. One of those things stuck.