Yesterday I met a nice woman born here to Polish parents and married to an English man. Hence, I learnt, her beautiful daughter doesn't speak the language of her maternal ancestors. What I also learnt was that the woman's father had fought in the Warsaw Uprising and captured by the Germans had gone through a forced labour camp in Germany. From there, when the Allies arrived he found his way to England and settled here. There is a similar life story in my family, except that my granny's brother landed in Uncle Sam's land. Just like the woman I met, his son went to study in Krakow in the 1970s.
He found a wife in his father's homeland. Maybe that's why his kids are bilingual.
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