Katarzyna Popiel
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A translator, a writer. Two languages to reconcile, two countries called home.
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The Sea Remembers. Runner-Up in A Knock at the Door Challenge.
First drops of rain knock on my door, soft like shy fingertips. The night spreads its silent blanket behind the windows. That blanket falls thick and warm, and vast enough to cover the empty village from my view, but it cannot block out the angry growl of the sea.
By Katarzyna Popiel3 months ago in Fiction
The Lost Soup
Bunia acquired her name in the 1970s. The Polish word for grandma is babcia. Babunia is its diminutive, sweet-sounding form. It was too long for my three-year-old memory though, so she became Bunia, an even sweeter, rainbow-unicorn-with-glitter-on-top version of the word. This was what I continued to call her for ten years.
By Katarzyna Popiel11 months ago in Feast
A Falling Star
I bring my cupped hands closer to my face and blow lightly on the freezing fingers. My lips silently curse the cold. Of course I’d rather be home. The armchair by my fireplace is the coziest place on a night like this. Or at least a chair close to the kitchen stove with something hot burbling inside. My thoughts veer towards the roasted goose leftovers in my fridge. Enough for a filling supper.
By Katarzyna Popiel11 months ago in Fiction
