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	<title>Salon &#187; Hubert Klimko-Dobrzaniecki</title>
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		<title>Krakowska, krakowska, krakowska</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 10 Dec 2012 19:24:08 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Photo: Peter Župník People say that ever since the good old days of communism ended the quality of our food has gone to the dogs. It&#8217;s now full of chemicals, additives and taste enhancers&#8230; Those who claim this usually cite Wedel&#8217;s chocolate with whole hazelnuts as a prime example. The post-communist variety is apparently made with Chinese nuts and the chocolate allegedly contains more sugar than it used to. I don&#8217;t know if this claim is fuelled by nostalgia for the old days that are now gone forever or if it&#8217;s based on an objective assessment of consumer data. In [&#8230;]]]></description>
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		<title>Svätopluk&#8217;s Horse</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 24 Sep 2012 10:01:31 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[To talk, let alone write, about genitalia, and, particularly those of horses, is a rather tricky undertaking but since what I have in mind are matters of national &#8211; indeed: international &#8211; import, as well as matters of literature, I have perpetrated this text in the hope of offending neither human nor equine feelings. 2008, if I remember right, saw the collapse of a highly influential Polish literary magazine. It was called Studium. This journal occupies a place particularly close to the heart of the writer of these lines. It is exactly ten years since I made my literary debut [&#8230;]]]></description>
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		<title>Bathory, cube and magic hair tonic</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 19 Mar 2012 20:35:55 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[23 March is the Day of Polish-Hungarian Friendship. The relevant resolution was adopted by the Hungarian parliament on 12 March 2007 by 324 votes. There were no abstentions. On 16 March of the same year the Sejm of the Polish Republic unanimously adopted a similar resolution. This touching unanimity of the two parliaments begs for a reworking of the well-known Polish adage. Instead of the Hungarian and the Pole, always friendly / jointly riding, jointly drinking. Boisterous and joyous both / may God bless their souls, it should read: the Hungarian and the Pole / always friendly/ jointly voting, jointly [&#8230;]]]></description>
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		<title>How I accosted a Grandmaster</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[Vagaries of geography make people come up with all sorts of occupations, some quite weird. For example, compulsive chess playing. The island of Grimsey is the only part of Iceland that is intersected by the Arctic Circle. It runs directly across the bed of a legendary pastor. Legend has it that this God-fearing fellow was instrumental in populating the island, while brave young men struggled with the ocean leaving their wives in his care. The current population exceeds one hundred and although everyone laughs at the legend of the fertile pastor, his successor makes only flying visits once a month. [&#8230;]]]></description>
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		<title>Waiting for Jesus</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 24 Feb 2011 04:48:30 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[It was a sunny morning. A man alighted at a small railway station&#8230; This is how a short story might begin. Although, as far as I was concerned, I just could not begin at all. After all, lots of short stories begin this way.  But this is a feuilleton, not a short story, so I ought to begin as follows:  It was a sunny morning. I alighted at a small railway station. A tall, bald man met me on the platform and helped me carry my luggage to the car.  I soon discovered that the man, Alain Baton, was the caretaker at the place I was being driven to. Alain did not speak any Polish, [&#8230;]]]></description>
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