It’s 10.30 on Saturday night. J has just storied the twins to sleep, and I’m in the other room, listening for that possible emergence back into wakefulness: an edgy time, familiar from many putting-to-sleeps of children and grandchildren over more than forty years.
Outside, there’s a sudden burst of loud music and I hear the sound of many raised voices just outside the window looking onto busy ul Puławska. I’m curious. By the time I move to the window, the voices have stilled to a murmur not unlike that of the ocean. Below me, a river of people flows along. They are gliding, skimming, glissading. There’s the occasional flash of sparkle and torchlight.
I wonder if I’m dreaming: all those people, that strange movement, that sense of the inexplicable. For five minutes, the crowd streams by. The odd car flanks it for a moment, headlights like fiery wheels.
At last the stream thins and the show offs appear, figures in black, lapping at speed as they weave amongst the stragglers. They all surge on towards the city, and I fumble my way to bed.
M tells me later that I was watching the launch of Warsaw’s roller blade season and I remember the hysterical commentary that battered the peace of my 2013 apartment as skaters fought it out in the season finals in the skate park over the road.
On Sunday morning the road was closed again, this time for the Warsaw Marathon. The things you see from an apartment window.
You’ll have to get some blades and join in, I love skating but I was never very good. I also love reading you, you have the most excellent vocabulary, glissading! ❤
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Don’t get too excited about my vocabulary. “Glissading” popped into my head, but I had to look it up!! It’s not too late to roller blade – at least for you. I’ll pass.
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I agree with Gilly, your posts (and indeed your comments-on-posts) are a joy to read because of your expansive lexicon…..😀
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And I agree with both you and Gilly. I love reading Meg’s comments and posts. It is like reading poetry.
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😀
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Thank you all! Food for my soul on the day my grandson called me a fat old bag, with not a hint of malice. His vocabulary also includes “ferocious” and “normal”.
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So which one of you is ferocious and which one is normal? 😉
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I forget what was “normal”, but J’s very large chalk seagull was “ferocious.”
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Ah, well he’s got that right, they are! Never eat chips on St Ives harbour…
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Expansive lexicon eh?? Look who’s talking! And I bet you didn’t have to check meanings for these
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🙄😀😀
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It’s quite surreal to read you in a Polish context now. I was used to the Australian landscape but this is just as intriguing. How are settling in?
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A bit different isn’t it? Although I have a beat and spring, and of course family to help me settle. A few tears early on, but I can contemplate a year now, I think.
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I remember seeing the Polish, rollerblade version of Critical Mass go by one evening last summer. Pulawska is a great place to live – if you’re going to be in the city, you may as well be right in the middle of the city.
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So different to Potatoe point but totally fascinating. I agree with the others it is a pleasure to be with you discovering this new world.
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