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Getting used to the life, getting used to it after I have been catapulted to some stark places, like the early 80s of the socialist Poland when my parents met. For some reason I couldn't get it out of my head, those times when things started and ended for them at the same time. When things started and ended for me as well. What music was playing? What were the clothes like? What did people eat? What did they drink? I suppose Google can answer some of these questions but only in very general terms. Google won't tell me anything about my parents in the early 80's.

What were the winters like? What were the summers like?

I imagine it all was very sharp edges, grey surfaces, rough fabrics. Or most of it. The best thing around was probably life itself. Something still very much malleable. At least for a while.

There was music though. Probably some candy. Maybe books. Maybe TV shows. Something to soften, to colorize, to wrap you up. And then there was love, right? Or something like love. Drink it while it's warm because it goes cold so fast and then it is no good anymore. Requires work just to get it to the lukewarm level.

You learn to enjoy it that way. Or not.