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There is magic in returning to Rome in November. Especially for someone living in Poland, which for Italians is “far” to the north. Indeed, in my country, sunny days are rare at this time, and warm sunny days basically do not happen.

And then there is Rome. On the one hand, I have an internal compulsion to always visit the same, almost obvious places for every tourist. On top of that, there are my own discoveries. I mean not only churches, but also coffee, alleys, smells.

And people watching. It never gets boring, and Romans (who are so easy to distinguish from tourists) have that SOMETHING on their faces.

But tourists, as always numerous, stop gracefully in front of my camera.

So in Rome nihil novi? Changes are slow. Eternal construction of the third metro line, eternal preparations for smaller and larger celebrations. Eternal chaos. And eternal order. Always the same. Just as it should always be in the Eternal City.

It’s been a year. But from what? The beginning a war? NO. Exactly on February 24, Russia launched a massive attack on Ukrainian territory, unprecedented on such a scale- in terms of brutality, intensity, pure violence. But this war started much earlier. Unfortunately, the West has forgotten about it. And the conflict continued to smolder. After the seizure of Crimea, people were dying on the frontline almost every day. I remember the sadness of Ukrainians saying that they feel abandoned by the world, alone… However, it had one good thing in my opinion. The growing resistance and heroism, the defense of its territory already years ago had a significant impact on forging the steadfastness and self-awareness of the Ukrainian nation. And fortunately it seems that now also the western leaders have finally understood who they were dealing with. No more games with Putin.

This is a symbolic day and all the world’s media are talking about it. For me, this is an opportunity to go back with the memories to one of the most fantastic cities I have ever been to – Kiev.

I came to Kiev on business, but I always made sure that I had at least some time to experience this city. Great, crazy, intense, melancholic, modern, full of contrast city. And, above all, I met there sunny, wonderful people.

I hope that I will be able to return there soon. To go back to wandering the streets, drinking coffee, eating wonderful delicacies of local cuisine. conversations. About everything and nothing. And if I manage to take a few photos along the way – it will be wonderful. I keep my fingers crossed, especially on this day, for all Ukrainian friends. Glory to Ukraine!

A beautiful trip to the Dolomites with my son for skiing. Location, weather. Even though I had to focus on work in the first days, we managed to spend time together doing what I love, and Krzysiek does it just perfectly. And the son is basically an adult…

Chris is great at skiing probably because he learned it very early. And he was predisposed to it. Year 2009. How old was he then? Just over 3. A beautiful village in the Polish Tatra mountains, close to my heart, Bukowina Tatrzańska. Climate, views, and a few slopes, tiny in total. Today it is looked at with sentiment, but it is actually terribly rickety. For people familiar with the Alps – a joke, for us, in Poland, one of the legendary places. Why? A great place for small children, everything is easy to manage. Excellent instructors – Chris taught Wojtek – a person created for this, a great ski teacher. So it’s hardly surprising that my son quickly learned to ski, right there. It is worth adding here that I also learned to ski there as a teenager. The infrastructure in the 1980s was the same… But that’s another story, unfortunately I don’t have any photos from that time. I remember an old friend comment who also learned to ski there and is now a professional instructor. „Why Bukowina? To learn how to ride, you have to feel what the sweat, blood and tears are…” TRUE.

2010 and 2011, Bukowina again. Continuation. Better and better results … That’s why trips to slightly more ambitious routes in nearby towns, completely unknown to people from abroad. For example, Bialka Tatrzanska. One of the most popular ski resorts in Poland. EXPENSIVE!!! Good lifts, very short slopes, and crowds in the season. Well, unfortunately, we do not have the Alps in Poland.

And from 2012, the escapades began further. Trips to the Polish mountains, the so-called „men’s trips”, were a great breakthrough at the beginning of the season. But then there were the Carpathians, and Alps. Mostly, Where we haven’t been…? Slovakia – Chopok, Tatranska Lomnica, the Czech Republic – Cerna Hora, then – Austria – Schladming, Zell Am See, Kitzsteinhorn, Italy and Kronplatz, La Thuille, Via Lattea… Long list. There are beautiful memories and probably not the worst photo staff…

Last year, after the pandemic and all these horrors, there was a return to the high mountains. Hintertux, around. I was proud to watch my growing older son.

Recently, Chris stated in a diplomatic way that actually … skiing is not so passionate for him anymore. That’s why he would like to try snowboarding next season … Then he will be an adult. And he will go not with me, but with his friends … Or maybe, contrary to declarations, he will decide to go with his father?