Chapter 3 Poland
Father booked us into the Grand Hotel in Gdansk, Poland, until we found a house. Upon arrival, I took a walk by myself to get a first impression, which can be described in a single word: gray.
Everything seemed colorless. I knew that people in the countries of Eastern Europe lived differently than we did in Colombia, I just could not imagine what it would be like. What we knew about socialism was vague and distant. I presumed a different life than ours, and I was quite ignorant about their system.
As I walked around Gdansk, everywhere I saw people with sad faces. They all wore the same style coats, some brown, some gray, occasionally navy blue. I could find no vibrant color anywhere. The buildings were either beige, dirty brown or gray. No color to be seen. A far cry from tropical Cartagena where fat, black women dressed in bright colors carried huge palanganas on the head with exotic fruits and cried: Papayaaa, maaango, zapoote, aguacaaate.”…