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Strange and lovely things have happened to us as we’ve traveled across Hungary, Slovakia, Austria and Poland. Central Europe is not like any other place we’ve visited.
In Vienna, we unknowingly sat at a table next to Wislawa Szymborska who won the Nobel Prize for Literature in 1996. Our tuxedo-wearing waiter told us who she was after she and her companion had left the cafe. I’d never heard of her so I googled her when we got back to the hotel; she was born in Poland in 1923 and she knew and was influenced by Czesław Miłosz. I’ve been reading her poetry and am especially fond of this one.
In celebration of a brand new year of possibilities, I offer this little almost-poem.
Inspired by Wislawa Szymborska
I prefer coffee with lots of milk and sugar
I prefer cats
I prefer the decadence of pale pink roses
I prefer that people do their jobs as well as they can
I prefer the oldest part of town
I prefer, in people (and in nations), kindness over intelligence and intelligence over beauty
I prefer traveling on trains
I prefer colourful scarves from Italian markets
I prefer cities
I prefer love as an action
I prefer chocolate and pears
I prefer happy endings
I prefer that people employ their nicest manners regardless of whom they encounter, where they are from or how they are dressed
I prefer the golden light of Florence and Krakow
I prefer silence at the movies
I prefer calling first before dropping by
I prefer palaces
I prefer to hear the (sometimes difficult) truth
I prefer bed by eleven
I prefer to see the pretty countryside from inside a car
I prefer images of the Madonna
I prefer to understand why this, why here, why now
I prefer swelling music with strings
I prefer slippers and polar fleece
I prefer polaroids and towering piles of books
I prefer asking questions
I prefer to travel
Tell me about what you prefer…