"O Lithuania, my country thou art like good health; I never knew till
now. How precious, till I lost thee."
–Adam Mickiewicz,
the Greatest Polish
Romantic
It was the spring before I figured out he’d gone to Warsaw and
that’s where I found him.
I found this poem in a garbage can at the airport in Warsaw. It
was typed on the back of empty cigarette packages that were taped
together. I think there is a heartbroken American out there
someplace.