I first came to Poland in 1973. I was in a group of Polish American students who were to study Jagellonian University in Kraków for a year as part of the Kosćiuszko Foundation. The minute I stepped off the plane in Warsaw, I knew I had come home. It was the best year of my life. I didn’t want to leave at the end of the year and ended up finding a job teaching English at the Politechnika in Wrocław where a whole new set of adventures and experiences awaited me. It’s not too often that you get to live in a political system different from your own, or so they told us. The more time I spent under Communism, the more I realized that history is written by the winners and it’s really all about your propaganda.


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