Saturday, September 16, 2006

polonia sausage house

well, once upon a time i get this melancholic feelings about poland. i understand now why the biggest polish patriots and national heroes lived on immigration. because they could long for something, and their longing enhanced the feelings of patriotism, love, attachment, cultural identity etc.



couple of days ago i came across this shop on east hastings st. i got one of that melancholic moments. so i bursted in and bought some good polish "kiełbasa" (sausage) and "kabanosy" (something like long pepperoni sausages) and polish chocolate and polish tea. and i spoke polish to the cashier, and i saw this poster with a polish band having a concert in vancouver in a week or so (they play crap music, though). and it even smelled like home...

so, you can imagine, i was very very happy for that little while.