Joseph Sciuto asked Georgia Scott:

What makes Gdansk so wonderful that you continue to live there?

Georgia Scott Where do I begin, Joe? With the church spire outside my window or the forest on the hills beyond that? With cobblestone streets in the rain that remind me of tap dancers or the choo-choo train sounds of the language? With graffiti that isn't angry or bread rolls in babies' hands? With the beaches that curve the bay or women so comfortable in their own skins that they sun themselves in their bras? With cafes that are one of a kind, not chains or deli counters where salami is sold fresh (as few or many slices as you want)? With a history of hardships overcome or nights of dancing on tables until dawn? With snow that shimmers like diamonds and new skyscrapers as bright? With men who still kiss my hand or the flight of birds from Africa outside my kitchen windows? Saying why I'm here is like explaining love. All I know is I fell once and can't - as Jane Eyre would say - "unlove" now. It is where I am home. May it always be so.

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