Some reminiscences and answers as to what happened to Leipzig’s lively Polish hub, which died much too young.
A love letter to Leipzig, from a musician that can’t help but come back.
It felt good to have a banjo in my hands. I believe the last time I held one was back in 2010 when borrowing from my father’s friend.
“This is a comedy, terse, sensual and romantic, with a moving love story underpinning the hero’s adventures.” – opening at Poniatowski on March 19th.
With lots of hard work, some “madness” and serendipity, a “little” help from her friends and a business loan, a very glocally connected young woman took a risky career turn and managed to open her own Polish restaurant in Leipzig, honoring an ancestor she didn’t even know had been a head chef and the memory of a Polish hero, besides selling yummy pierogi and their own vodka brand, and regularly hosting a variety of cultural events. She tells some of her story on today’s LeipGlo.
This past Friday marked the first time in five years (since I moved to Europe) that I read one of my poems in public. It was at the open mic at Poniatowski, a very successful evening that stretched long after magnetic, dynamic emcees Jolanta and Kapuczino left the stage. A few of us stayed on…