czwartek, 25 września 2014


         Bergamo is a beautiful city very close to Milan (good for at least one day trip to get out of the city). I flew there from Poznań and had one day to wander around in Citta Alta (the upper and historic part of Bergamo). 

Walking around Bergamo is like stepping through time and finding yourself centuries ago. It seems like nothing has changed here since the city has been build. Old houses and stone paved streets with little outside interference it seems. No McDonalds or any other modern shops (and if there are they are hidden). It is easy to imagine life of people who lived here hundrets of years ago. You can see the Citta Alta in one day, eat delicious pizza and have some time to sit in the main square, just relax and watch people going about their buisness and sightseeing.

getting up to the Citta Alta

getting up to the Citta Alta

whe you step out of Funicolare you see ...

walking around

La Rocca

view of the Citta bassa

Basilica di S. Maria Maggiore

Basilica di S. Maria Maggiore

the city walls

view of the Citta bassa

wine in making

czwartek, 18 września 2014


                 If you think that you can prepare for something like that you are wrong. It’s not possible. Death is constantly present, in every second but after a while you can’t stand it anymore. The anticipation kills you slowly and after a while you snap. It’s too much for your brain I think and it tries to protect itself from the stress. And after a while you somehow, but not completely of course, forget about the death date. The time goes on slowly but surely and despite anything it passes. You can’t stop it. It want sit with you and wait till it’s over. Days bring new things, new challenges and you have to deal with them. And soon your mind tired and looking for some distraction finds other things to think about. And you start to plan days or weeks, holidays, visits of friends. Who knows, maybe he’ll live till Christmas, so you should buy presents, maybe next birthday he’ll be fine to, maybe you should organise a party. And you start to think that this will never end. That he will never die. And when the day comes you are expecting it and it hits you so hard it lives you breathless. You are not prepared for that though you had so much time. And you’re exhausted and you don’t even know how to grief. You don’t want to. So you tell me what’s better because the outcome is always the same. You’re broken and half dead because the person takes a piece of you when leaving.

czwartek, 11 września 2014

czwartek, 4 września 2014

A spoon

         I like cooking. But everytime I do, I don't have a good place to put the dirty spoon on. Once I saw such a spoon (I don't know the proper name) in the shop and I decided to try and make something like that on my own on my pottery class. Hopefully it will work when it is done :)

          After the first burning

and after adding some colors (which will go well with my kitchen colors) it will turn red and green with a small golden dot in the middle

and its done :)