An emigration portrait woven from three stories
The skin of objects is thin, almost invisible. It is formed by a layer perceptible only to the soul of the person who holds the object dear. It holds a meaning beyond words – as fleeting as the flutter of a butterfly's wings. To perceive it, one would need to invent a microscope for the soul, something as sensitive as a quantum microscope, yet capable of encompassing the unnameable.
Today, dear Reader, I invite you to meet Agnieszka Przybyciel-Koszor – a chemist by profession, and a teacher by calling, who has given her heart to working with the youngest ones.
As she boarded the plane flying towards a new life on the Emerald Isle, she had an antenna with her. It was meant to connect her to her homeland. Today, Agnieszka herself has become such a connector – a person who passes on a love for the Polish language to children and helps them to be closer to their roots, closer to the source of their own identity.
Karolina's grandmother's scarves
Grandma Karolina's scarves transport me back to childhood, to moments of bliss. They added colour to the grey reality of PRL Poland, where I was born, and their hues painted my world. They flew with me to Ireland in 2022, quite recently. After the death of my beloved grandma, I asked my mum to keep for me...
