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* "DIOGENES", that is for me?

My dear friend, Wojciech laugh, husband of lovely Marlene and father of two wonderful kids, Polish language and world traveler, author of the Guide to Moldova, publishing their reports in the "Policy", prepare for print position Fri "Notes from a trip to the dark side of the moon." This is a book that tells the evocative passages about his wgryzaniu in reality and in the recent history of Central and Eastern Europe. One of the paragraphs were devoted to our first meeting through in 2007. Here's engaging content:

Diogenes met one morning in the parking lot near Budapest. He looked a bit like Herman Hesse, tykowaty, bald, in round glasses. He caught hitchhiking. He returned, was not joking, of Sinope. Diogenes is a doctor of philosophy, a traveler, the unemployed, cultural animator, photographer, God knows who else. In Turkey, he spent almost two months. I look at him and I do not want to believe the guy is wearing a jaded jeans, sneakers embraced in sandals, rozchełstaną shirt. Well, a small backpack fastened to the lack of snap lock. Dangling from his half of the mats. Why half? Diogenes explains to me that it is important to have a mat on the butt to the head, legs can sleep directly on the ground and the whole foam mattress is not after every charge.
We stopped at a gas station in Zvolen, Slovakia. Diogenes peach treats. And he talks about his travel, to sleep anywhere, of eating only what his people give, that the journey is for him a kind of meditation. Glad to hear this, but in fact it is such a tale.
Diogenes I was impressed only at the time when, just before departure, that his karimatkę detached and thrown into the trash, saying with a smile, "That I will no longer be needed."
Let's go further. We stopped at a gas station in Zilina. Diogenes, who for all the luggage is only the second T 'and second, linen, pants going to change. The toilet comes out holding a zmiętolone clothes in which I've seen it before. Eyes looking dustbin. When it is, rags and throws an impish smile says, "It will not be me longer needed. "
Diogenes called Leszek Szczasny, lives in Raciborz, and since then I love him like a brother.

[in the picture: I myself, under the statue of Diogenes of Synopie]

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