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So long, and thanks for all the sour cream

So long, and thanks for all the sour cream

“You’ll get bored,” she’d said to me, with such certainty that I wondered if it might be true. ‘She’ was my boss, and they were her parting words as I walked out of my office, family photos from my desk and farewell card stashed in my bag, three years in a country I couldn’t even […]

Close encounters of the rural Polish kind

Close encounters of the rural Polish kind

“We could go to Wylatowo,” I say to Yvette. “What’s there?” she asks. “Alien crop circles, apparently,” I reply. I look at her, doubtful anyone will find this as interesting as I do. Yvette bounces up and down with excitement. I know why I am friends with this person, I think. Not for the first […]

An Expat Opinion: The opening line

An Expat Opinion: The opening line

The first song on the CD my husband puts on happens to be Paul Kelly's Leaps and Bounds. "I'm high on the bridge, looking over the hill, to the MCG...", he sings the opening line. And I'm surprised to find tears pricking my eyes.