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Russia-Mongolia border crossing. In the chaos, a mass of bodies waves their passports feverishly and presses us to a customs counter. After a fight for our lives, we get visa stamps and return to the car. Here, a very serious-looking custom officer awaits us. With a white-gloved hand armed with a mirror on a long […]
A heart the size of a fist and a white sponge of lungs. A bloody liver lies beside a large stomach. Next to it, partially hidden under a massive rib, there are kidneys. A chain of intestinal encircles it all. Intestines pile up in front of us in a big, silver bowl. What, on earth, […]
With new tyres and in the fixed homebulance we reach Irkutsk. In the capital of eastern Siberia, we spent only a short while, wandering around the city in search of traditional Buryat houses. Wooden structures are famous for beautiful colourful shutters and intricately carved decorations around the windows. These elements are indispensable, even in the […]
A meeting with Nikolai, which after a bottle of moonshine, ended up at the border with Kazakhstan, cost us driving through the sideroads of nightmarish state. On these, the holes were more frequent than the asphalt patches. Finally, we managed to reach the main, proper road, which led us through the mountains, then hills to […]
Metallic sounds of trombones and a rhythmic beat of drums. Loud cries in a foreign language. White and green wigs and jerseys in the same colours. The large crowd of supporters of the Nigeria national team celebrates their victory in the match against Iceland. The white and green wave floods Moscow’s Red Square. June and […]
We wanted to close the Volgograd stage quickly and efficiently, and hit the road toward Lake Baikal on Monday, 2 July 2018. Broken air conditioning and the necessity of shopping decided for us differently. Instead of early in the morning, we left very late in the afternoon. So late that we were wondering whether to […]
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Trzydniowa Japonia w pigułce rozniosła nam głowy. Kilka lat później przeprowadziliśmy się do niej na sześć miesięcy. Kraj przez pół roku konsekwentnie i nieodwracalnie przepalał nam styki. Dlatego nie zdziwiliśmy się wcale, kiedy kilka lat później w Wołgogradzie po meczu Polska-Japonia kibice naszych rywali zabrali się za porządkowanie stadionowych trybun. Co kiedyś mogłoby wywołać uśmiech politowania i wymowny gest posuwisto-zwrotny palcem wskazującym w stronę czoła, dziś było tak oczywiste, że aż trzeba się było dołączyć. Wcale nas nie zdziwiło, że przed stadionem rzesze japońskich fanów gratulowało Polakom tak żarliwie, jakbyśmy wcale nie grali o pietruszkę. Przy tym wszyscy byli tak urzekająco szczęśliwi naszym… hmm… szczęściem, jakby sami właśnie wygrali puchar. Wymianom szalików, koszulek nie było końca. Andrzej wrócił chyba z trzema. W tym jedną vintage z rozgrywek w latach dziewięćdziesiątych ubiegłego wieku. Co prawda juniorska, ale przynajmniej na jedno z nas pasuje.
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Three-day Japan, in a nutshell, blew our minds. A few years later, we moved in there for six months. The country has been consistently and irreversibly frying our brains for half a year. That's why we weren't at all surprised when, a few years later, in Volgograd, after the Poland-Japan match, our rivals' fans started cleaning up the stadium stands. What once might have caused a smile of pity and a back-and-forth gesture with the index finger towards the forehead was now so obvious that we had to join in. We were not at all surprised that in front of the stadium, crowds of Japanese fans congratulated the Poles as passionately as if we were not playing for honour at all. And everyone was so charmingly happy with our… hmm… victory as if they had just won the cup themselves. There was no end to the exchange of scarves and T-shirts. Andrzej came back with at least three, including one vintage from the 1990s. It's a junior size, but it fits at least one of us.](https://www.peryferie.com/wp-content/plugins/instagram-feed/img/placeholder.png)
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