Trafika Europe 2 - Polish Nocturne
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“You see. Neither can I. It is unthinkable. And how we were

crazily in love with each other. We married in secrecy,

against our families’ convictions, and for a few days we had

to stay in hiding.”

My mother was standing at the window and was looking

into the distance. We all heard this episode for the first

time. With time Grandma showed less and less restraint in

revealing details of her life.

“But why am I standing idly?” she pointed to her feet on

the floor. “Why nobody gives me anything to do?” she said

it so convincingly that everybody started looking around

the kitchen for an activity. My father gave her a bowl of

apples to peel and asked with a chuckle: “Ma, are these

apples or oranges?”

“Apples, by definition,” she waved at him with dismissive

humor.

The apples were imperfect, with blemishes, from an

unsprayed garden, but their aroma filled the entire kitchen.

“So tell me…, are you my daughter or my granddaughter?”