“You are our only hope” embassies begged for help by their nationals stranded in Ukraine

Many foreign nationals are still stranded in Ukraine since the start of the conflict. Embassies can do more to support them through communication and joint-up work with humanitarian actors in the region.

Staycations in the UK (3): Yorkshire and… more railways!

What is the best recipe for a rainy Saturday? A hearty meal under a canopy of an old railway station? Walking at the foot of the most majestic viaduct in England? Or discovering the remotest villages of the northern England? Mine is a mix of all these ingredients. And the most amazing part is that Yorkshire can deliver on all!

3 steps to unlock the hidden meaning of perseverance… through Arabic

Perseverance – a quality commended so much in difficult times. Our current pandemic crisis makes us cherish this value even more. Yet, do we really understand the underlying meaning of this word? Let me take you on a journey through the times, cultures and disciplines to unlock the true message behind this word.

“Tomorrow’s haymaking” – my first book available online

I have a great pleasure to announce that my first book, "Jutro sianokosy" ("Tomorrow's haymaking", a loose translation of the title in English) is now published! The great news is that it is also available for downloading from the website of Stowarzyszenie Kultury Mazowsza (Association for Mazovian Culture), who published the book. The book is … Continue reading “Tomorrow’s haymaking” – my first book available online

4 Life lessons from the coronavirus

The year 2020 was going to be smashing, right? That’s what we all though in its early days. But then, things went awry. The initially local outburst of covid-19 disease[1] caused by coronavirus 2 (SARS-CoV-2) in Wuhan province of China spread with a lightning speed to all corners of the world. Within few weeks, millions … Continue reading 4 Life lessons from the coronavirus

Lukomir – a Bosnian village under the sky

6 AM, Dobrinja, outskirts of Sarajevo, Bosnia and Herzegovina. Soft breeze was playing with my hair as I was climbing along an asphalt road. From time to time a car would pass along. One of them stopped. A guy in his 30s or 40s popped his head out of the car window and asked me something in Bosnian. -I’m going to Lukomir – I responded in broken Bosnian. He made big eyes.