I am not too sure (as a matter of fact, I am not sure at all!) if this entry has anything to do with being Black in Poland. But it is Christmas and I feel compelled to write about it.
As far as I can see, Christmas here resembles the States in many ways: lots of rushing around with lots of fuss to get everything that is "needed". The malls are overcrowded and so are the supermarkets. Everyone seems to be in a hurry to go and be somewhere. As the days go by, I know it will come to a halt //// then I will say "OK ... what now?"
I am so American when it comes to Christmas. I feel a lost to the real meaning of it. I shop, I cook, I wish Merry Christmas (or "Happy Holidays" to my non-religious but trapped friends) to most people. Then I sit and wonder why I feel depressed or wondering what is so wrong with all of this.
I have to change my attitude. Being "different" here makes me realize just how "the same" we all are. At this time of year, I now feel the similarity of us all. We all want to be a part ... to be loved ... to give love ... to be happy, joyous and free.
Merry Christmas all ... even if you don't believe .... Merry Christmas!