Poznań Balloon Story

Sunday morning in June: I was sitting in the first floor* room of Cacao Republika with my childhood friend Iwona, when we saw this:



In the house opposite a window opened onto a room full of balloons and an elderly man trying to navigate between them. He started collecting them and put the first set outside...

... where a lady suddenly appeared to pick them up.

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Part of me still lives on in Poznań, but only in the summer. As soon as the sun disappears, it hibernates.

*second floor in the US