Feb 152011
 

My train window from Wroclaw to Krakow framed a five-hour expanse of white ground like untouched paper. Entranced by the icy flatlands, I imagined their frozen histories of plowing, harvest, starvation and bloodshed under Soviet, Austrian and German rule, the winter returning after each to lay a fresh layer of immaculate snow over the country.

An occasional ten minutes of town would be followed by more stillness, more fields… Continue┬áreading: Poland | 2 Comments

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