A mixed bag of blood relations – uncle, son, cousins, daughter, grandmother, mother, grandchildren, adding up to a total of six – made its way to Kraków, through a snowy rural landscape. Kraków was bleak and grey after rain: it boasts the worst air pollution in Poland, and in Europe. People were wearing masks in the street, and one man was even wearing a mask reminiscent of gas masks in WW2. We ventured out unmasked.
Our sightseeing agenda was largely determined by 4 year olds: pigeon-chasing in the square; watching the Kraków dragon spout flames; sitting in a cosy cafe while they ignored a rich rosol, coloured in at the little table thoughtfully provided and investigated the dragon mural and the large floppy dragon in the corner. I took a brief solitary walk, and visited Auschwitz – Birkenau with my son and granddaughter. I won’t write about that because there are no words.
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