Whenever we are in Poland, we visit a village where I lived as a child. There is no one left that I would know or that would remember me. But there is still that feeling of belonging there. My parents and I moved out of Belsk when I was 5 years old. For many years I was going back to Belsk for a week or two in summer and sometimes during the school year for weekends. When I turned 12-13 years old I used to take long distance buses and go there by myself. Why would I do that? Both of my parents worked at a Polish Academy of Sciences institute in Belsk. There was no nursery in the village and no grandparents around. Most kids living there had nannies. I also had one. She was the BEST nanny ever! Her son died as a child not long before my birth, so she has given me all her love. She was the one I used to visit after my family moved to Warsaw. She has met Zosia when she was still a baby (in the photo above Zosia is just 5 months old), bust has never met Jaś nor Ania. I visit he
A blog about multilingual and multicultural family homeschooling their two children in Taiwan, Poland and Japan. (Third "child" grew up, and after starting her own company decided to go to school in NYC.) Blog wielojęzycznej i wielokulturowej rodziny uczącej dwójkę dzieci w domu na Tajwanie, w Polsce i w Japonii. (Trzecie dziecię dorosło i po założeniu firmy w Japonii wyjechało na studia do Nowego Jorku.)