

If I were to describe my life in seasons, I would name two.
First, there was the summer, boiling hot and too bright, burning
my skin and soul. It was when I was fifteen and I met a boy who seemed to be my
dreams come true. In just a second, the misguiding first impression started becoming
blurred to finally vanish into thin air, letting the truth sink in. The romantic
notion of love I used to bear in me was destroyed by this handsome and charming
guy, who altered my life forever.
Many years later came the snowy
and frosty winter, bringing shelter and comfort for my overheated body, giving me
a second chance in life. It was when I met my husband, my soul mate and my comrade
in arms in one. Our imperfect relationship saved us, giving some kind of meaning
to the suffering we had to endure throughout our lives.
About the Author
Magdalena
Ganowska, a fast speaking over-enthusiast who always looks on the bright side, lives
in Poland, a supposedly near-Arctic country with polar bears running around her
communistic-looking block of flats. She shares a life with a husband, a never serious,
real looker with an ingrained love for football and herself, and a daughter, Nadia,
a hyperactive and gorgeous two year old girl. A canary yellow Fiat Panda with faded
upholstery which loyally guards the vicinity of their dw
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