What a nice stereotype!!!

I went with my friend who is blind to a rehabilitation center. He has some problems with his spine and that’s why he needs some exercises. We found the room number 216 and we asked a nurse what we had to do: to wait or to go in. She didn’t know so she promised to ask someone about it. She came back after about 5 minutes and asked my friend: “But why have you come here? To give a massage or to have a massage?” We started to laugh. This is such a strong stereotype, that if you are blind you must be a masseur.

a house for swallows??

Lately I have been traveling a lot. At the moment I’m in Katowice. Last week I was in Rzeszów, and just before I had been in Olsztyn. I returned from Olsztyn by train. I had to change the trains in Iława, which is small, provincial town. I didn’t expect there anything more than a cup of tea in station’s canteen, but lucky me. The joy is doubled when you find something interesting. The station building is amazing. It was built in neo-Gothic style in 1900. It is made of red bricks and it has a wooden ceiling and stained glass windows. In the nooks of the station live swallows. And of course there was tea in the canteen.

Watra

This is Watra. She is very smart and faithful dog. Most of her time she spends sitting on a part of stairs in front of the house of her master. She looks then like a lion on sculptured lion.

Dog in Caryńskie

For the first walking tour this year we chose the path to the students shelter in Caryńskie. It is only about an hour and a half of walk by forest road. In the shelter, we were resting under an apple tree and we were observing a local dog. It was a young, black German Shehard.
When the dog noticed us, he approached us and showed that, in his opinion, not to pet him would be a gaffe. We petted him immediately. After that, he brought a twig and started to bit it. A few times he barked at some imaginable animals for us and probably very real for him. His owner, who was repairing a dilapidated car, gave him some chances for running by throwing the twig. The dog was running after the twig, then he was looking for it and running back. He was very disappointed when the owner would stopped being in the game anymore. It was very hard for him but when he accepted it, he would start to bitting his twig again.
In the photo: a picture in the orthodox church in Łopienka.

in my room

Girls went to a kitchen to make tea. They left the doors open. Going to a bathroom I noticed a cat paying them a visit. Them? The cat live in the house, we were guests… He only controlled his own window…

bicycles

How strong are patterns build in our conscious up… Usually when I ask my dog to “sit” and “stay in the position” I show him my raised hand in “stop” sign. When I was walking on Cambridge’s streets I knocked one of thousand bicycle staying there. I caught it before it had felt down. I placed it again, leaned against a wall and finally put my hand in the position „stay” like for a dog. I even said “stay!”. My friend was joking : “Oh! It is obedient!”

a ghost? a cat?

I went to the Office on Saturday, because I had some work I hadn’t done during previous week. The University building was completely empty. I went to my room and I opened one side of a window. When I was looking through documents I felt that someone is staring at me. It was a cat. He was sitting behind a window (this closed part). He looked as a sculpture. He was gray, classical alley cat. I decided not to move, because I didn’t want to scare him and I went back to my work. After about 10 minutes I looked at the window again. The cat sat in the same position but he moved to a part of the window which was opened. He was observing me rally carefully. It provoke a question "WHY wasn’t the cat afraid of me?". The answer might be, for example that, in a body of the cat there was incarnated a soul of some student from middle ages, who illegally was playing dice whilst studying at University… And his goal was to threaten a university employee… I decided not to take this line of thought. I’m not afraid of cats or ghosts. My irrational fears are much more sophisticated (and funny: fortunately for my friends and unfortunately for me). I’m afraid of aliens sitting in bushes at night… After half an hour the cat disappeared, leaving me with my bureaucracy. The cat was really beautiful. He didn’t look as a homeless cat. I think that it was a kind of rascal looking for adventures in his safe live in some good family.

Cats

I like graffiti very much. It is important to me to take photos of nice graffiti because it disappears very quickly. Those cats were painted on the wall of a place for dustbins on September. I was passing by it everyday whilst walking with my dog. I used to see it. Yesterday the wall was repainted. It is clean and white now, but it isn’t as beautiful it was the day before yesterday. Fortunately I have the photo of cats. The picture of cats on the wall of dustbins show an intelligence an sense of humor of the author. Cats always brawls in rubbish even they have good families and safe home.

Black dog

One day, when I was going to the Conference Center, I saw dogs playing on the beach. They were small and had long coat. One was black the other was white. They were running with unbelievable speed. Depending on where they were at the moment, the goal was to run out the water or get into it as quickly as possible.