the coriolis effect

Another WorldTeach volunteer and I struck out on our own, back to Lublin. It was a stark reminder of how little Polish we've picked up in 3 weeks. But we had enough to take the bus there, find our way around, take the trolleybus and ask, Gdzie jest Majdanek?

Majdanek. A field of ravens and the intact concentration camp. It was as imagined (read/photo-ed about). Except for the ravens, and ravens. I don't know if I'm more jaded after years of Dirty War history, or not hard enough to even start comprehending. I don't know.

Back to Lublin, and art, and lody, and the bus ride home through the countryside. I like the rolling hills here. They make life seem simple. I've started comparing Poland, at least this edge of it, to Tolkien's Shire. Its reductionist, and I feel bad doing it, but at least right now, it has some of that gentle simplicity to it. As if all there is to life is friends and food and dreams and salmon colored sunsets.