Me: Ahh...it smells just like Poland!
Martin: You mean it smells like exhaust fumes.
Me: well, yeah, whenever we drive there we're in the Passat and it doesn't have air conditioning so we drive with the windows down and the fumes are in the car... this guy's truck reminds me of Poland
Martin: That's not what "Poland smells like"...that's what CARS smell like.
Goodness... touchy, touchy.
No, friends, *this* is what Poland smells like to me...
Burning leaves and grass. Smoldering and smokey.
Food. Frying, sizzling, the air filled with "kotlety"
Exhaust fumes, black and thick, hanging there
Dirt and gardens, flowers, everywhere
(see what I did there, with the rhyming... yeeeeah, buddy)
And it's all back.
The smell of Poland.
|Ignore the dust. I do.|
|Just Felek crying and me weeding.|
|You can just see the remnants of the neighbors burning leaves. Ah, smoke inhalation and 2 year old lungs.|
|Ditto. (that, friends, is a convertible Ford Escort. This man is clearly very awesome.)|
|No more itchy tights!|
|Something in this general direction smelled like fried chicken. And those buds are about to burst. Finally!|