The smell of cheese was wafting through apartment. Today was pasta roast
with ham from "Polish idea for..."which was sent from my mum from
Poland. We have just come back form Lille, where we went for shopping. We where
standing in the front of the mirror and trying to
suit the old outfits with the new purchases. Beyond a window sun has already
disappeared giving a place to cloudy skyscape, which I was connecting
irreversibly with this place. The only
time we come back to our polish alimentary customs it is a weekend- big breakfast, and
dinner after 3 o'clock p.m. During the week we eat lunch at midday in a canteen
of the hospital. We have than obligatory break, which is still practiced in the
most of regions of France. Now our cheese roast touched down plates and some
moment after we were consuming it, watching TVN form polish decoder :).
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