Expat Hopscotch

From time to time I will post about the shadows and light of an expat life. This section is intended for those of us who moved away from their home country and exist in another culture, maybe in an intercultural relationship, building an international family, maybe in yet another, out of many, expat reality. I will try to add some practical details to my typical musings (maybe) : )

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My way has led me so far from the little town of Ciechanow in central Poland, through Krakow to Sweden, where I spent a year in Falun, then back to Poland to fall in love with a Canadian, to Dublin in Ireland to build our life together and now to Hamburg, Germany. Each and every one of these places will get a proper writeup, from Jewish shadows of non-existent Ciechanow of my childhood to every little corner I have discovered in Sweden, Ireland and Germany. And who knows where else will I go? Caminante…

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Caminante, son tus huellas
el camino y nada más;
Caminante, no hay camino,
se hace camino al andar.
Al andar se hace el camino,
y al volver la vista atrás
se ve la senda que nunca
se ha de volver a pisar.
Caminante no hay camino
sino estelas en la mar.

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