Agata Tumiłowicz-Mazur

Not sure about successful, hahaha, but at least, happy to be spreading some of my exciting finds and thoughts. Thank you!

Thank you. Will try to go back to it, as much as I can!

♥️♥️♥️ thank you!

Thank you, Doug!

Hiii there! It’s been a while. Just wanted to say I’ve been busy writing and putting my research out to public differently. Yesterday I had a pleasure to present a paper in my hometown, and next week I will take part in a debate in Warsaw. But if you miss some Lower Silesian posts, let me know!💛🖤

So many emotions in one face 🤣

A town that is now called Yuratishki in Belarus.

It’s always weirdly moving for me to depart or arrive at this train station. It’s where my grandparents and great-grandma got off exactly 80 years ago, to restart their lives in the shapeshifting postwar Poland. Seeing this sign, the first thing they must have seen, was especially eerie.

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How many dust particles are you away from Copernicus? Well.
In this episode of “crazy traces in the attics”, let me present a hanger. It taught me about Moritz Leiser’s late 19th century department store in Toruń. Apparently, it was located in a building owned in the past by…Copernicus’ parents.

Thanks 🥰 I was taking a summer break.

Filing this under “attic idiosyncrasies of Lubuskie”

Thank you! And thank you for sharing. This story of loss is then somewhat forever embedded in us, the descendants, isn’t it.

Prewar tiles, layers and years of paint peeling off - of course I got excited.

Thank you so much ♥️♥️♥️

Sto lat plus VAT 🥲

Thank you!!! ♥️

We actually had to sing something else, because otherwise it would’ve been awkward 😅

He did it!
My awesome grandpa turned 100 today!

He got congratulatory letters from the Polish Prime minister, Lower Silesian Voivode, a visit from the city Mayor, and he’s happy as a clam!

There was more, of course.

Good morning from an early 20th century hike, I suppose. Yet another glitch in the space-time continuum.

Happy to report my hometown embraced its German past - at least on postcards.

If Attics Could Talk: The Misplaced Objects of Displaced People The attics of the Lower Silesia tell a multitude of peculiar and complex stories. Even though they often look pretty ordinary, the objects they hold in a dusty embrace tend to form unlikely alliances....

Sure thing, it’s just that there are/were so many layers of stories there, I would at least want to give them some justice. I did write an essay about it once (short, old but somewhat sweet, I hope)➡️ culture.pl/en/article/i...

Oh gosh…so here’s the thing, I’m writing a book now (in Polish) on women & layers of history/memory in the „Recovered Territories”. If I was to write about my attic (which I could do in English, provided I find a publisher 🤣) that would mean I need to read through all the letters I found up there…

Took a break from bluesky to clear my head but now, going through the archive left on my attic, I can’t help but share these stamps I found: the big ones from 1946 portray the WWII destruction of Warsaw, the small ones are commemorating the 1948 Exhibition of the Recovered Territories. Nerdy finds!

It also depends! Big cities now offer a lot of options for vegans and vegetarians - and this is a considerable change that took place in the last, I wanna say, 10-15 years. Sure thing, less populated regions are more meat-focused but then exactly, pierogi are the way to go 🥰

I’ve also seen many Poles stopped at JFK for that very reason 🤭

Let’s normalize traveling out of Poland with a proper ring of kiełbasa! 🙏🏻

Unrelated, but I simply need to say it: Polish Roztocze is a fantastic place 😍

My aunt texts me, a little alarmed:

”I thought the Germans came back!”

Phew, there’s something to be said about movies being made in the formerly German lands. You think you’re putting a set design, but you’re reopening a troublesome timeline instead 😅