“The East Germans are angry now with Poles. Poles come to East Berlin and buy up all the food, then sell it in West Berlin, where Easterners cannot go, at a big profit.”
“Each factory was a cacophony of noise, a cloud of noxious vapor, a sewer of pollution. Each factory devoured people whole, laborers and managers both.” The ninth chapter of the book by David R. Pichaske about Poland between 1989 and 1991.
“Łódź is never going to compete with Kraków and Gdańsk, and its citizens admit the obvious.” Join David Pichaske and discover the beauty and hidden secrets of one Polish city.
“Proszę?” “Six small rolls, one chleb, one angielka.” “6,450 złotych, please.” “Thank you.” “You are welcome. Please?” “One chleb.” “2,400 złotych. Do you have four hundred złotych?” “Dziękuję.” “You are welcome. Please?” “Two angielka…”
Could you feel in Krakow in 1989 same as in Paris in 1958? Read the sixth chapter of the book by David R. Pichaske and enjoy this extraordinary journey to Poland between 1989 and 1991.
The birds sing in the branches of these trees, and the bells of the Catholic Church sing to the living. The earth rises to reclaim her own, and the grass, the grass, the grass—it covers everything. The fifth chapter of the book by David R. Pichaske.
“Professional peddlers piled up a good amount of money, and more is being made as prices rise even higher and a system of wholesaling develops. That this new wealth is not effectively taxed is the government’s fault, not the peddlers.” Read the fourth chapter of the book by David R. Pichaske.