Monday, July 11, 2005
After a sort of tiring teaching day (apparently I can't drink with my students (well, future host families) and expect to inspire awe and agatha trumbull-like fear in them too) I was whisked to the mayors office. A tall man with a kelly green suit (what would robin givhan had said if Anthony Williams pulled that one?) he was a nice man...and the visit seemed to revolve around the ubiquitious and unanswerable question: how do you find Poland? what were your expectations?
I smiled and enthused (truthfully so) and got some nifty books in return.
In historical news, Janow itself is a pretty nifty little town- it was a center of resistance activity during WWII and was razed 85 percent to the ground (that is, incidentally, the same figure given for Warsaw...). but when a bomb landed in the church, it didn't explode- the local miracle.
and in linguistic news, somehow "no" evolved in Polish to mean a casual "yes". it has an inflection, apparently- the english no is, I'm informed, not the same thing as the polish no. but it sounds darn similar.
I smiled and enthused (truthfully so) and got some nifty books in return.
In historical news, Janow itself is a pretty nifty little town- it was a center of resistance activity during WWII and was razed 85 percent to the ground (that is, incidentally, the same figure given for Warsaw...). but when a bomb landed in the church, it didn't explode- the local miracle.
and in linguistic news, somehow "no" evolved in Polish to mean a casual "yes". it has an inflection, apparently- the english no is, I'm informed, not the same thing as the polish no. but it sounds darn similar.
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