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So inspiring journeys, both small and large, into oneself, into the world of dreams, passions, and imagination.<\/h2>\n\n\n\n

Joanna Dr\u0105\u017cewska \u2013 Interview with Marcin Wilk\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Dear Reader,
If one day you feel that something consumes you entirely, gives you a sense of fulfilment, unleashes great joy, becomes a way of life, or gives it a completely new meaning, then you are lucky and have discovered your passion.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Today, our special guest will tell us about his passion \u2013 Marcin Wilk \u2013 a captain, sailor, instructor and organiser of sailing courses in Ireland, founder and member of the \u201ePolish Sailors in Ireland\u201d association, scout troop commander in Dublin, a nurse by profession, who has been living on the Emerald Isle for 20 years.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Joanna Dr\u0105\u017cewska: <\/strong>Every passion has its beginning, most often it starts with dreams, but even the smallest dream needs an impulse, a desire. When did that first desire appear in you?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Marcin Wilk:<\/strong> Amidst a pile of books in my grandfather's attic, I found \u201ePogori\u0105\u201d na koniec \u015bwiata by Kazimierz Robak, and that's how it all began. You could say that ever since then, I've been a fan of nautical literature. I make it a point to take reading material on every voyage, just like a knife, but that's for obvious reasons.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Do you remember your first cruise?
<\/strong>I grew up in the countryside, where the only \u201ebig\u201d water was Lake Dobrzyca (Resko municipality, \u0141obez county), and because teenage imagination and ingenuity knew no bounds, we took our first voyage in an old, German cast-iron bathtub that we found in the bushes. We even made a makeshift mast. We managed to row to the other side, but we couldn't manage it on the way back and had to walk home. We didn't know how to swim, we didn't have...<\/p>\n\n\n\t\t\t\t\t

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