It ain’t whatcha write, It’s the way atcha write it.” – Jack Kerouac
Lena relaxed on the comfortable chair of the private plane stretching her long legs and taking off the purple Loubotin high heels. The flight from Chicago to New York took just 40 minutes since Bionica let out a new model… Continue Reading
I’ve never liked crime fiction; I think it lowers the status of literature to mere sports, something we do to spend our free time and get a thrill when we’re bored. Mind you, I’ve read the whole Sherlock Holmes collection… Continue Reading
My name is Tomek and I’m thirty three years old. I like strolling around Poznan early in the morning, but usually I can´t indulge in this pleasure because I need to rush to work. I’m a sleepyhead, but fortunately I… Continue Reading
Ben had the prettiest smile. He was the son of English farmers and he’d done all kinds of odd jobs until he ended up in Poland when he was twenty-one years old. Tomek was the son of an affluent Polish… Continue Reading
I’m out of songs to give you, but the world plays its music, don’t dance with me, just go in the eternal parade of life, and cry and laugh and belong and hate, despise and forget many things but me,… Continue Reading
As I stated at the beginning of this narration, I wanted to analyze the possible reasons why I’m living in Poland. I think identification with the target country is paramount for a healthy immigration. I’m not here for economic reasons… Continue Reading
This is an article already published in my blog, which deals with the definition of malnutrition and its link to global capitalism and consumer society. If you want to read the article, please click on the following link: Malnutrition, economy… Continue Reading
I’d like to speculate about the causes of the Polish and Argentine mindsets. From simple observations, I’d like to derive a general theory of the Argentine and Polish characters. To start with, we need to be tolerant towards generalizations. Although… Continue Reading
Once, in Argentina, a land of hidden dinosaurs and unexploited natural wealth, there was a young boy who traveled a hundred kilometers to visit his grandfather almost every summer. His grandfather lived alone in a big house in the countryside… Continue Reading
One of the best earlier answers to this question came from Dell Hymes, who in his introduction to Toward ethnographies of communication said that formalization should be a “preparation of better means to anthro-pological ends” (Hymes 1964:1). This idea was… Continue Reading