Some reminiscences and answers as to what happened to Leipzig's lively Polish hub, which died much too young.
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A love letter to Leipzig, from a musician that can't help but come back.
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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.
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"This is a comedy, terse, sensual and romantic, with a moving love story underpinning the hero's adventures." - opening at Poniatowski on March 19th.
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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
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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
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