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moved from small town to the city

Just moved from Rybnik to Katowice. I have an amazing flat. The nicest place I have ever lived in any country. But no internet so I am typing this in a smelly train station.

So I am back in a city. More to do. I'm also connected via rail to other cities in Poland and Europe (in Rybnik I was off the beaten path).This week was very isolating and lonely. I made some friends in Rybnik and my social life was very good. Now it's just work and home. I hope things will pick up soon.

Lonliness sucks!!! But I will work though it.

more soon.

Comments

Lola said…
My, how you get around, Marcus! I have been reading the John Ash book that Todd got from your library to our little Willem. He seems to find him very amusing. We all miss your presence here!!
Take care!
Chris Vitiello said…
keep your pecker up, as they say, Marcus. We miss you back in NC.
postpran said…
Thanks folks. I am feeling a bit homeless at the moment. Need some place to return to after all this traveling. I do hope to have two manuscripts by next summer though. Wonderland (Korea) and Godzeenie (Poland). I miss you all terribly!!!

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