Arrived
I arrived at Kraka. My first impression: the smell of the earth. As I before the mansion Decius stood and into the evening sky looked. Dampness earth in the nose. And autumn leaves on the face skin. Years ago I arrived similarly, although completely differently, any times for the first time in the Tropics. That was my first thought. In Kraka. The exhaustion of the arrival is not to be away-slept in one night. In the early I looked for the fog in the park, found Chopin in bronze and completed my first Tai Chi on holprigem forest soil. Afterwards I moved furniture, found cables, was suddenly in the Internet and already on the bicycle into the city. Hunger. The lunch. Pierogi and Surówka. The half market place is broken. Mickiewicz, the poet, stands lost between up-piled up new stones. The Gedrängel on that already „modernized “other half is giant large. My language holpert. Like the autumn soil under the city shoes. Like the Krakauer market place. Still a few hours, and the Polish has me. I live under the roof and hear the Kastanien of the trees fall.
