That is why I wouldn`t trade Poland for anything else.
That's why it has to be done early.
My country, my home, my castle etc.
My home is where my DNA lives and the woman who helped me spread it - aka my wife. Castles are bs. There are many people in Zakopane who never made it to Gubalowka or Morskie Oko.
many people in Zakopane who never made it to Gubalowka
Proofs, please. :):)
Besides, you don`t need to go to Gubałówka summit to feel that Zakopane and Poland are your country, home and castle. You just know the summit is there and you can visit it any time you wish. You live in Pocahontas or what`s-its-name, I don`t remember now. Have you visited all its districts yet??
Poland had better start organising some self-defence training for hotel and TV staff then, in case he hits somebody else because his steak isn't ready.
He's the worst thing to come out of my home town since, well, ever.
I can't imagine raising my children anywhere else or living abroad permanently. I travelled a lot and lived in Ireland for 3 years but the more countries I visited the more I actually appreciated Poland, with her natural beauty, rich culture, Christian heart, and this elusive something that soothes my soul, when I smell morning air by a Kashubian lake on a rainy summer day, buy a serving of pierogi at a local agricultural fair or attend a Mass with my family.
As Pawian said...
I wouldn`t trade Poland for anything else. My country, my home, my castle etc.
As for the foreign countries I've been to, my best memories are from: Ireland, Italy and Russia. Oh, and of course Czechia is lovely as well, but I don't really consider them foreign. ;)
America is definitely not a good country to "live" in, but it provides potentially more opportunity than any other place.
Similarly in Russia - Russia may not be as nice a place to live as Georgia, or some place like Kyrgyzstan (I love Kyrgyzstan) - but the opportunities are simply on a different scale in Russia.
So for me, it depends on your system of moral coordinates, and where you are in your life at that point.
When I visited Hawaii, I thought I had discovered paradise on Earth. Perfect climate, stunning views, warm people, amazing food....
But after being there for two weeks I wanted to hang myself. I started to view the locals with extreme contempt, for their laidback lifestyles, and couldn't wait to get back to NY.
So for me, with no kids, no wife, and still relatively young parents - the best place to live is where I can maximize my potential.
When I visited Hawaii, I thought I had discovered paradise on Earth. Perfect climate, stunning views, warm people, amazing food....
Paradise (def.) - a place where I don't see Asians, blacks, and Latinos in every damn TV commercial, faggot flags in every mall, non-binary a-holes on every street, an obligatory gay black dude in every sitcom, a 100-pound chick beating the crap out of six guys with guns, and where people don't wave their hands when they speak.
Finally, someone appreciated me, although when driving through Szczecin today I had the impression that it was far from paradise. Although on the German side there is also squealing poverty. At least in Mecklenburg.
No, Poland is no Eden and neither is any other country in Europe,North America or Australasia. But if I was forced to pick a country, despite all the chaos within them, I would pick England, France or Italy. and yes, maybe Ireland...not perfect by far, but much better than the alternatives.
At least you can have a quality of life in those countries.
A really nice quake of life even. Compared with London where prices are crazy and there are too many people, Warsaw is a dream.
Poland can have its challenges, however on the whole it's an easy place to live.
@mafketis In another thread yesterday, I wrote a barbed reply to Mopey Rich but you posted just before me and it looked like I was being snarky with you. I wasn't, and hope you weren't too offended.
Muslims in Russia, like their brothers in the US, are good Muslims - to scared to act like the violent morons in the UK, France, and Germany.
A while back, I went to the mosque in Des Plaines, was given a tour, watched them pray, and felt I was among friends. To my pleasant surprise, everything was in English.
