stop talking to me about Halloween. I’m Polish, all I get is arguing with my family at the cemetery over where to put which znicz
This post is looking for a parking spot erasure
other fun activities include:
– freezing and getting soaked
– warming your hands over the znicze (preferably the sea of them put under the main cross)
– getting blamed for forgetting the matches even though there’s seven other people who could have remembered to take them
– listening to your family complain about the quality of flowers bought by other members of the family
– listening to other families complain
– meeting people at the cemetery that you haven’t seen for ages
– they want to chat but it’s cold and you just want to go home
– listening to someone scolding others for being too loud
– “I swear this must be the right alley I have no idea where the grave went”
– traffic jams and three police cars next to every cemetery area
“- why did you bring the yellow znicze??
– you said the yellow ones-
– no i said the orange!! the yellow go to your grandparents’ grave!
– but the orange would go better with the wiązanka!
– oh so now you’re worried about the colors!! i swear to god-”
also one time in Bodzentyn a guy almost hit my head with a giant wooden cross, bc he was carrying it on his shoulder and did not care at all where the long end was.
also there’s always people selling those little obwarzanki on a string that children put around their neck for some reason, even though the bread is so hard that not even pidgeons want to eat that
starry-eyed 