Sausage, Cabbage, Potatoes—My Last Resort

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Dear Marysia,

Let me state the obvious – it’s March. I hate March. I’m so tired of winter—shivering in cold weather and trying to remember what a sunny sky looks like… Don’t get me wrong—I love this time of year… when I go skiing. But unfortunately I spend most of my time in the city simply trying to survive, so I try to look forward to nice things. First I count the days till Christmas. Then comes New Year’s Eve, finally Valentine’s Day. Every weekend I watch ski jumping tournaments. Ever since I was a little kid I’ve found something magical about people flying through the air with just two boards attached to their feet. I watch them on TV, every January I go with my husband to Zakopane (Poland’s so-called “winter capital”) to watch them live, and when the competition is over I stand in a crowd of screaming 16-year-old girls to fight for the autographs of my idols.

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Posted on March 28, 2015 .