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| | Warsaw Voice - The Thin Line Between Love and Hate (Site not responding. Last check: 2007-10-21) |
 | | I first came to Poland on holiday in September 1992, and my abiding memory is of pears, gruszki, of all shapes and sizes, morning, noon and night, apart from the scars of having to explain my intentions to my fiancee's parents to convince them I was a decent type. |
 | | But evidently I was, because I loved their pears, as well as their daughter. |
 | | It doesn't quite follow, nevertheless, that the summers are what I love most, for summer here treads a thin line between bliss and permanent discomfort. |
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