*whispers* okay I wont tell anyone. Im good at keeping secrets.
Before I came to France I was a bit if a wanderer. Never really had a home or a family (until now)
But when I stayed in poland there was this little oldlady who swore up and down that I looked just like her grandson and took me in for multiple nights, gave me warm clothes and a hot meal.
She was quite the nationalist, always going on about the lovely place and all it offered. Anyway- I had to leave because I had so much more to see but I never forgot her
When I returned years later I found that she had been fallen ill and died shortly after I left. But Ive never forgotten a word she had said to me about that place
And I figure I owe it to her to keep on what make her so happy.
What is it about Poland specifically that makes you love it so much? P.S. You’re my secret favorite Amis don’t tell
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