twang twang twang - MUNICH

W Szczebrzeszynie chrząszcz brzmi w trzcinie

TwTwTw is confident, having mixed up her verbs and asked the Polish harp repairer to 'do her' instead of 'call her back', that 'to do someone' has none of the same connotations in Polish. 

Perhaps I should explain at this juncture that, it being the orchestral break, I went to Poland and have been practicing and learning Polish and having cultural experiences. 

Ah, it's been worth it - I am entranced by a title I've found in a catalogue: Jak sie masz, drogi przyjacielu ('How are you, dear friend?').  I'm going to have a look for it in Warsaw next week.

"I loved her and I loved no one else and we had a lovely magic time when we were alone.  I worked well and we made great trips, and I thought we were invulnerable again, and it wasn't until we were out of the mountains in late spring, and back in Paris that the other thing started again.

That was the end of the first part of Paris.  Paris was never to be the same again although it was always Paris and you changed as it changed.  We never went back to the Vorarlberg and neither did the rich.

There is never any ending to Paris and the memory of each person who has lived in it differs from that of any other.  We always returned to it no matter who we were or how it was changed or with what difficulties, or ease, it could be reached.  Paris was always worth it and you received return for whatever you brought to it.  But this is how Paris was in the early days when we were very poor and very happy."

Ernest Hemmingway, A Moveable Feast