walk in the park of Thomas Woodrow Wilson. Another trip to Poznan. This time, on this occasion a sentimental visit to the park of my childhood and adolescence. How is it in a nutshell said, "I went to Wilson." And there ... the same thing all the more, dorodniejsze, but the same thing. Returned the old pictures - here skates and sleds, there is fun with friends, here truancy, the wind blew the bridge dating ... Spring nostalgia. I entered the main entrance, went through the entire park until the palm house and went out, and then it has suffered the same to me in my old high school. I this way, Marek, a former tour my house - the school. By the way, how good it was to be in such a way to school. Then somehow did not seem to me to be special, after all, every step, approached me to test with the hated science, I was scared like hell-fire. And after returning
Fallen garden folly. Bought last fall planted dogwoods, heathers and inaugurated przycięłam season "warzywniak 2011" sowing what is long overdue to be sown.
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Poznan Old house, my family home. |
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| entrance to the park. |
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| Platan. |
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| pond, winter skating rink. |
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| waterfall. |
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| Perseus saving Andromeda Monument. |
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| lime avenue. |
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| Palm House. |
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| Sculpture girl, once stood among the plants, now in the vestibule. |
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| sundial, once stood in the park before the Palm House. |
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| You could buy a butterfly ... |
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| my high school. |
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| staircase and the glass roof of the old school. |
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