My home and my heart! From my time living there, it has a huge place in my heart. I think beautiful Poznań and a carpet of yellow leaves, countryside, big cities, dirty old communist buildings, small living spaces, stubborn people, beautiful girls, beautiful clothing, lower prices, funnest language ever, biros, young and old catholics (by tradition, not necessarily faith), dissatisfaction (older generation), idealism (younger generation), cobblestones, trains, paczki, tradition, strange paradox of self-deprecation + fierce pride, snow, classic Polish faces and body types, drunk hooligans that turn into drunk homeless men, the awful smell of cheap cigarettes, obsessive football clubs, good people, hard workers, families, malls, tiny hamburgers, breathtaking views, concentration camps, intelligence, mountains and lakes, humidity, range of individuals just like any country (some hopeless partiers with no aspirations; some extremely intelligent and successful people, some obstinate people, some quite humble individuals, and everything in between), long walks, tall apartment buildings, adorable kids with adorable kid Polish, horses, quiet lives, tramwajs, survivors, dinosaurs
, stary rynek, barszcz, red and yellow buildings. I could go on