Postcards: Poland 1989

postcards, travels

Dear Mom,

People waiting in line for days for meat, and for shoes, not even caring what they looked like. Dirty, filthy landscapes, with soot everywhere. In Krakow, people called secretively to us from around a corner, giving out their Solidarnosc propaganda. The worst was the trip to Auschwitz.



Margie B Klein: Retired from full-time environmental education, I am now working part-time as an interpretive naturalist / interpretive writer at a public lands site. My passion is sharing knowledge with those who might otherwise not be exposed to it.

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Sarah Leamy, MFA, is an award-winning author of both travel books and novels as well as a photographer, presenter, and a bit of a wanderer. She has lived in England, Germany, Spain, Guatemala and the Southwest of the US. She is the founder and editor of Wanderlust, a travel journal publishing international travel writing, photos and trip reports. Find out more at