sometimes my mind wanders and I think about the park in Oliwa. I remember how beautiful it is in the day, and more importantly at night. The leaves that weave their way to the sky - their branches intertwined and laced together for decades and more and leading people along the many paths the park offers.
This last time I visited my mother and i hopped the tram from old Gdansk to the park and happened upon my grandmother. We attended mozart in the park and it was one of my favorite moments of my entire trip. I wish I could re-enact it over and over again.
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