After the Mass, the coffin leaves the church... |
...for the journey to Mortlake Crematorium |
Final words from Ks. Darek |
After the funeral, a man came up to me to offer his condolences. Much older than me, much younger than my parents, I immediately assumed he'd come to the UK in the 1980s. But he said "Your mother taught me, when I was a small boy in Nazareth, during the war". Wow. He must have survived the deportations to Siberia as an infant, and ended up in the Middle East, to have my mother - then a newly qualified primary school teacher, aged just 18 - give him an educational start in life. Wow.
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Poland Works! revisited
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Kraków-Warsaw by train
This time five years ago:
Warsaw Blogmeet
This time six years ago:
My fixie reconfigured
This time eight years ago:
Not In My Back Yard
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