Why?

Why? 

Because I missed my mother tongue that is Polish.

And because almost in the same time my friends told me that I should write more. Like my friend Yeoyoung who told me that I should write, that she feels like reading a book when we talk.  And Agnieszka who lives just behind a corner... And Joanna. And my other friends. 

I moved to Norway in 2008 and ever since I have mostly spoken English and Norwegian. In Poland I had published three novels and was part of two anthologies written with other authors. In two years I had been also writing for "Zwierciadlo" magazine.  

I feel like I stopped to write in Polish when I finally found my way of writing.

Last years I missed diving in my own world of verbal expression where I feel myself, where I can create new words, that have a poetical echo. 

I missed recalling colours of blue in all shades I know. I missed neologisms and creation of sentences that one can taste. I missed to own expression of myself. To have something that is only mine, that will not make me stumble over foreign words every now and then.

But most of all I just missed myself. Who I am when I write, how I am when I meet people through my words. I felt like I have something to say and if I am lucky maybe it will mean something to someone...

This post is in English, but blog will be mostly in Polish. Unless I change my mind ;) or you want me to write in other languages. 

I didn't want to make it on Facebook. Facebook is like loudly market. I want people to come to my place. To my room. I want them to be welcome. To take coffee and sit with me. To say something if they feel for it. Or just to be silent together. 

We all live on Earth. The only home we have. We have to take care of it and of each other. People have more things in common than what brings them apart. 

It took me three years to come here, to create this blog. It was a prosess. Like everything else in life. 

Welcome. I am so happy to see you here.