My mother once had a dream back in Warsaw…she was lying at the foot of a mountain when a voice said ‘close your eyes … believe ‘ a warm wind came from nowhere and swept her onto the other side – we came to UK.


A point of view in transition
My mother once had a dream back in Warsaw…she was lying at the foot of a mountain when a voice said ‘close your eyes … believe ‘ a warm wind came from nowhere and swept her onto the other side – we came to UK.

