I'm the Little Square, on the third floor of the house at St. Barbara. I live here now. I stayed long enough to permanently outside Polish - 3 years in Rome and 4.5 years in Munich. Throughout this time, however, every year more and more clearly, I knew that my vocation is to return to the Polish and working with young people who want to pass on what I learned. I am aware that many have received. I want to Now give it to others. When planning my return to Krakow, I wrote to a supervisor that I would like to live in St. Barbara - the oldest Jesuit residence in Poland, which now belongs to the Jesuits. Lived here at one time Peter Action and Uncle James (in any case the latter is buried in the crypt of St. Barbara). It turned out to be possible, or even beneficial for the home, and therefore able to fulfill my desire. The house is old and needs repairs, but has a completely unique atmosphere. Slowly, I find here. Both in my new room, which had to adapt to my needs, as well as in the city, have changed since I lived there 8 years ago. I need some more time to fully feel at home in the Polish reality, but the worst period I have already.
came here first March. Before leaving, I could give a finite doctoral dissertation and complete all formalities. Now I look forward to the doctoral exam date, to be held in Munich at the end of June or beginning of July. I need also to be prepared properly. So now formulate six theses, of which three selected by the committee will present at the exam. My second job the first month in Krakow is the preparation course for students of our faculty of philosophy. I begin to lead them in the autumn.
It seems that the burden of the end of writing my doctorate weakened physical resistance. First, extending over a month illness, and then, a week after arrival to Cracow, smallpox. Fortunately, it went quiet. Just drove a lot of fear, doctors and some współmieszkańcom. At this time, even a majority of the traces of it disappeared from the skin. You can see that the doctorate But it cost me anything.
weather in Krakow is a truly "marcowo-gallons." Yesterday it rained, was cold and the wind blew. Today in the morning sun was shining. After the first snow began to fall, and then again it was a bit of sun, but just re-seen whirling white flakes.
I return to writing theses. I conclude with a third of them, and it's only half. By the end of March I sent them for approval to Munich.
