K’s father came for a visit. He brought mushrooms that he picked and dried this year; he brought plum vodka that is to die for; he brought oscypek; most importantly, he brought himself.
Dziadek has a personality that is difficult to describe, but easy to discern from his facial expressions.
It looks like he’s saying “when you brought him home, my first thought was to wring his neck. Ha ha!”
No, he would have told me that long ago if that’s what he’d thought! :)