"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.
T. had pneumonia.
Paulina is young and beautiful.
Pani Jadwiga is fat and sweet.
T. met a Kosher Butcher and also, sadly, several police officers.
