There is a stream that runs the village where my wife grew up. Our relationship began, one might say, by taking long walks to that stream where we would watch her dog play in the water.
In the fields around my in-laws’ house. These were the fields my wife played in while growing up, the fields in which we walked as our relationship developed, the fields in which my children play when we spend the summer with...
A home in Zab, the village in which my mother-in-law grew up. This is one of several traditional highlander homes, likely to be a century or more old, still inhabited.
This is prime real estate: an area called Furmanowa in Zab, just at the base of the Tatra Mountains. It’s worth an absolute fortune, but still the owner uses it to grow hay for his livestock.
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