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Poem: “Barcelona” by Adam Ziemianin
Translation by me

I startled awake at the „Barcelona”
John the waiter nervously kept bringing beers to tables
as usually keeping the change for himself

The pork jelly with vinegar
trembled in fear, all the harder,
that a snitch sat down at the window,
at the other table.

I sat there with Wojtek Bellon
who still wanted to leave the „Barcelona”
dreamt of everlasting mountains, much closer to heaven

something kept him here, though, by the glass of beer

Then Andrzej came
along with Zbyszek and Jurek Gizella
and their fellowship smiles

Back then we used to have
passports to our young years
so very cheerful


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