You titled this post well. In two words, you remind us that a Polish ognisko is something altogether unique. I’m sure K knows this song —
P?onie ognisko i szumi? knieje,
Dru?ynowy jest w?ród nas.
Opowiada starodawne dzieje,
Bohaterski wskrzesza czas.
O rycerstwie spod kresowych stanic,
O obro?cach naszych polskich granic,
A ponad nami wiatr szumny wieje,
I d?bowy huczy las
I goes on, with lyrics that are complicated, but known to every child, at least of my generation.
Perhaps that is all we had in those days — the bond of friendship around a campfire. It is what the cult of (so called) individual freedom completely lacks: that understanding of a shared fate that we learned to respect around a campfire.
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You titled this post well. In two words, you remind us that a Polish ognisko is something altogether unique. I’m sure K knows this song —
P?onie ognisko i szumi? knieje,
Dru?ynowy jest w?ród nas.
Opowiada starodawne dzieje,
Bohaterski wskrzesza czas.
O rycerstwie spod kresowych stanic,
O obro?cach naszych polskich granic,
A ponad nami wiatr szumny wieje,
I d?bowy huczy las
I goes on, with lyrics that are complicated, but known to every child, at least of my generation.
Perhaps that is all we had in those days — the bond of friendship around a campfire. It is what the cult of (so called) individual freedom completely lacks: that understanding of a shared fate that we learned to respect around a campfire.