Immediately outside my auntie's door I came across these mushroom, probably of the variety you can only eat once...
Auntie's garden ready for the winter:
The other of my auntie's planted these pines in the place that once was my grandpa's cornfield. I remember walking past it with my father on a warm and sunny day when I was ten and we had to cover the last leg of the journey on foot. My grandfather built the house in the distance for his family. He was a devoted farmer.
Except for the South and the leftover hills of the ancient Holy Cross Mountains, Poland is rather flat:
The moo-cow was quite friendly:
A few days back I saw these chimneys through the window:
'Manufactura' is a big and modern shopping and recreation centre that replaced disused textile complex owned by Poznanskis family:
No more pictures, the phone battery went flat. Anyway, pictures wouldn't reflect my anxiety before the return journey: 'What can go wrong with Mr Ryan this time?'
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