Spending time in Warsaw and still struggling to understand why I love it here.
It's frequently ugly, ill-kempt and mismanaged, oftentimes obnoxious or even downright aggressive - but it fills me with warmth and joy.
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It's not something in the air. The air only tastes faintly of smog.
It's not the people. Definitely not the people.
It's not beauty, whether natural or constructed. This ain't Prague or Vienna.
But something about the place feels keenly vital - alive, even.
It breathes.