Charlottenburg Castle in Berlin

 Enchanting place in Berlin - Charlottenburg Castle. If I only had more time I would visit more interesting objects in Berlin such as Wannsee, Pergamon Museum, some art gallery. I love paintings, so galleries, castles, palaces are always on my list when I travel. Charlottenburg castle has everything I admire: art, history, class and style of this place. I bought a book about the building with full description. I gave it to my mum, so she can look through the paintings as she loves art too. Charlottenburg castle is baroque style palace, which building was completed in 1713. This palace was commissioned by Sophie Charlotte and designed by Johann Arnold Nering. During the Second World War, it was badly damaged and rebuilt after.

 Standing in front of this painting... I couldn't have taken my eyes off it. I would imagine the story in my mind, add history to this painting in my head. What a magnificent piece of art! Franz Kruger is the painter of this masterpiece. Right colours, light, shadows, characters of the event of ,,Parade of the Opernplatz." It proves his special taste, meaning and undisputed talent. He devoted himself to this theme, conveyed his impression and admiration for the army and architecture. You can sense pride and truth behind his work. This vivid image looks so genuine, that you can believe it's a photograph. It could be me there in the crowd, waiting for the parade, looking up the sky, admiring sounds of horse steps and playing music. It could be me on a horseback, riding around and making sure that everything is prepared for the event, people are safe, behaving well and no one is disturbing.

,,Lista Wächtera"- Moja recenzja ksiażki Magdaleny Ogórek

Kinematyczny styl pisania jako rodzaj wyrażania się poprzez literaturę to w przypadku ,,Listy Wächtera" Magdaleny Ogórek jest "strzałem w dziesiatkę”. Napisana w formie pamiętnika, książka łączy cechy reportażu z elementami historycznego śledztwa. Do tego spora dawka informacyjnych przerywników ubogaca czytelnika o wiedzę, która pomaga zrozumeć wartość i znaczenie opisanych dzieł sztuki oraz przedstawia sylwetki osób, z którymi były one związane. Czytelnik ma spore szanse poczuć realne emocje autorki - głównego bohatera. Dzieje się to za sprawą doskonałych cech językowych, umiejętnie zastosowanych przez pisarkę. W swej pracy, idąc "po nici do kłębka" stopniowo ujawnia etapy prywatnej inwestygacji. Ukazuje przejmującą prawdę o tytułowej postaci - Generale SS, Otto von Wächterze i jego związku z zaginionymi dziełami sztuki, w tym "Walki karnawału z postem" Petera Bruegla (Brueghla). Prezentując swoją historię, autorka bardzo sprawnie wykorzystuje 'zabiegi sensoryczne', bowiem w opisach doświadczeń bardzo często posługuje się wyrazami określajacymi smak, węch, kolor, dźwięk (onomatopeja), a nawet dotyk. To sprawia, że czytając ksiażkę, odbiorca staje się jakby uczestnikiem, a może i towarzyszem wyprawy głównej bohaterki. Ponadto, za sprawą personifikacji natury i obiektów, ten przekaz jest bardziej ożywiony, wzmocniony i interesujacy. Jednym z najważniejszych i kluczowych dla powstania książki, a zarazem najciekawszym z etapów jej tworzenia jest spotkanie z synem tytułowej postaci, Horstem von Wächterem, jego wspomnienia związane z rodzicami (zwłaszcza z ukochaną mamą) oraz ujawnione przez niego rodzinne dzieje wraz udostępnionymi dokumentami. Również za sprawą Horsta, główna bohaterka spotyka istotne dla śledztwa osoby, świadków. Ważne zeznania polskiego księcia Stanisława Lubomirskiego oraz opowieść esesmana - towarzysza w ucieczce generała Wächtera, dodają całej historii interesującego kształtu i pomagają bardziej precyzyjnie przybliżyć postać Otto von Wächtera. Aby dociec prawdy, autorka wielokrotnie udaje się w podróż poza granice Polski, w tym do Rzymu, gdzie przez pewien czas ukrywał się Wächter. To książka dla miłośników historii sztuki, dziejów drugiej Wojny Światowej. To zachęcająca propozycja dla szukających prawdy o utraconych polskich dziełach, głodnych wiedzy na temat skradzionych zabytków. Polecam ją także osobom lubiącym czytać powieści sensacyjne, detektywistyczne i kryminały. Ta książka to także świetny 'motywator' dla spragnionych podróży po Europie. Osobiście,  nie mogę doczekać się mojego wyjazdu do Wiednia... K.Z. 22.02.2019

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My little art gallery

My first ever art gallery on my blog. I am reborn as an artist as same as I was reborn as a poet. Currently, I am recovering from some sort of a nasty cold, which kept me in the house like a prisoner. Tremors, sweat, cough, weakness and hopelessness. These feeling were accompanying me last couple of days. Today, for the first time I experienced a touch of cool wind and sharp like a blade air. I saw blue sky and trees. I heard sounds and voices. Today, for the first time my legs weren't stiff and I could walk properly for some time rather than just make few steps and rest on sofa. Today, I ever made a breakfast. Now, it's time to present my little art gallery, just few works I've done for the last two months.

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Berlin - near my homeland.

I know, that it is hard to explain, but I have to confess that Berlin truly surprised, inspired and amazed me. I did not expect that people would be so nice, caring and helpful.

I arrived in Berlin at night, got lost on the way to my hotel - City Blick. It was quiet, warm and dry night. I could sense some gentle wind of November. This is the way I felt welcomed by a local climate. I was wandering alone with my suitcase, looking for a train to the right area of the city. Finally, I got into a random train, using my Sagittarius' instinct. I got off the vehicle and found myself in the right place, the street, where my hotel was situated. Walking down the Kantstrasse, I noticed the local grocery shop, that was still opened till midnight. I took an opportunity to buy some food because since breakfast I hadn't eaten anything. It was past 11 pm when I got in there. I did quick shopping, purchased a couscous salad, juice, some fruits and obviously my favourite German chocolate - Milka, the taste of my childhood. My Godfather used to bring me a lot of sweets from Germany. I think that he might still live in Berlin. I paid for my stuff. The cashier was polite and friendly and wished me a nice evening. I left the shop and got myself focused on a google map. My sat nav showed me proper directions, but I had a problem with finding the entrance to the hotel. I took a proper glance at the hotel and noticed the correct door for the entrance. On the left side of the door was a key box with a code to enter I was given via email. The owner was informed that I might arrive late that night.
When I opened the door and turned a light on, the view of the interior surprised me positively. I attempted to be quiet, making gentle footsteps. I locked back the door and directed myself towards the long dark stairs. They reminded me of an architectural style of Berlin '30s. I have seen such a style in films. It was an impressive, old fashion corridor with stairs made of wood. I turned a light off and opened another door leading to the corridor with bedrooms. This is another feature of the old Berlin architecture style in the '30s. I felt amused. I found my bedroom, opened the door and entered a warm and cosy interior. I felt so exhausted, my legs were sore. I took some photos, refreshed myself and went to bed. I chatted to my boyfriend, sent him some photos and informed how happy I was. I fell asleep.

Next day, after breakfast, which tasted like a Polish one I left the hotel and took myself on the long walk to the city. I planned my journey before, so I was prepared to visit a few important places in Berlin. The Sun was striking with bright beams, accompanying my lone adventure around the city, filled with painful past. The sky was blue and as I was walking down the street I passed plenty of trees full of golden leaves. My plan was to visit Schloss Charlottenburg (Charlottenburg Castle), which was located in the west of the city, then transfer myself to the centre part of the Capital. I was so curious and impatient about this place. It reminded me of my hometown and the other cities around it. It felt like home. I have never felt so confident and familiar outside of my homeland like here. I understood, why so many Poles could feel here very well, despite that in more than seven decades ag it was our enemy's homeland. It is unbelievable.

In my opinion, Berlin is romantic city.

The end of Summer 2018

August has been definitely the most happy month of this year for me. I have achieved GCSE in English - my long term dream came true! In September, I will be back at the College for GCSE maths course. It will be fun, meeting new people, refreshing my skill in maths.
This year, I haven't been abroad, but I miss Poland and would love to go to Kracow with my partner. From Kracow we would take a train to Gdansk and then to Rumia to visit my family.
Poland is so beautiful and developed much last years. I am so touched by this transformation.

 This summer I explored Wells and enjoyed time on a little steam train

This year again, I was fighting anxiety and angina and I can admit that I finally got much better. I know, that it would be beneficial to you if I write a post or article about my battle with depression and how it is to experience it. How to find help and how to fight it by using therapy.
I am shocked every time, when I read how many people struggle with depression, suicidal attempts, anxiety and break down.
Depression is a dangerous evil and it becomes epidemic. We can conclude or debate about causes of it. I know answers to majority questions. My experience with this horrible conditions began when I was just 5 years old and witnessed my mum's own suffer.

The end of Summer may sound nostalgic. Not for me. Yesterday, it was raining heavily all afternoon and I was happy like a bunny in the ash, cause of my passed exam! Nothing is able to take my joy away from me at the moment. I love English weather, rain, cloud, sunny spells. With the weather, the magic atmosphere comes, leaves can dance, touched by the wind and the Sun strikes its golden beams through the swimming clouds. It's time for meditation, burning candles and drinking hot chocolate. It's time for theatre and long walks in forest. Time for snuggling into a cat and watching 'Game of thrones.'