Dom w Trawie

Junk attracts me like dust to a TV set, and that's probably why in 2020 I ended up with a property deed to a post-German ruin that only the greatest optimists would call a building with the potential for a house. On the first day after the purchase, an owl flew out of the chimney right in my face, making a loud "boo". I was also kept company by the foremen from YouTube and the electrician Mr. Kaziu, 72, who jumps up the ladder like a young goat and has the calmness of a shaman. Over the next months of renovation, I discovered that suddenly I was stroking the garden parsley with feeling and that the sound of the grinder soothes the nerves and tastes like Blikle's cake and blueberry pancakes in the shelter near Mała Rawka. I matched the furniture in a very designer way. For example the lamps - they generally look like they've been in a barn for 50 years, and throw them away, but they're the color of my Doc Martens, so they have to be. And what will you do if you do nothing? Well, what about specifics? The specifics are as follows: this is an exclusive house in the Drawsko Lake District. If you take all 8 places, the numerical advantage of visitors vs. residents of the village of Węglin will be on your side. So let's not be afraid to use the statement - this is the house that is nowhere. Between larger and smaller nowheres, there is a land of bicycles, naked swimming, shoeless walks and loose braids. If you are wondering where a girl from Bieszczady escapes to go wild, I will tell you that it is here. I invite you to a post-German house that I tore from nettles with my claws, thus condemning myself to 3 years without a decent manicure. I open the rusty gate to the Secret Garden and empty forests and cranes and the most holy peace. Because here the main attraction is precisely their lack.