The Country

By: Miriam Fernandez-Bazylewicz

 

It was a four-hour trip to Poland by plane. Once there, one of my aunts picked us up and drove us to the town where my mother is from.

I remember realizing how amazing the views were, so much nature forgotten. So many years coming here and this was the first time I could see everything, in which I could understand the beauty that was surrounding me. I was astonished by the countryside, by the tall, green, trees that formed the path on both sides of the road. It was a mixture between being mesmerized and scared of such a big countryside, of all that wild nature that existed there without humans destroying it. I felt small. Living in the city made me forget how small we all are. I felt like the problems I had in my daily life, were nothing here. I felt like, here, it was insignificant to think about my problems. They didn't weigh anything; they didn’t make sense anymore. That is what nature is supposed to make you feel. Small, insignificant and stupid for letting society make you think that problems really matter, to put them first before the essence of life.

I listened to my aunt talking with my mother about how the flight went, if we were tired, how everybody knew we were coming, all the plans we had during those two weeks. I didn’t join the conversation because I didn’t speak such a fluent Polish. And as well, most of my aunts thought that I couldn’t understand them and that I didn’t speak Polish at all.

I used to stay at my aunt's house during the summer. She lives in a small town in the northeast of Poland. The place is known as the thousand lakes zone, because it is full of lakes and countryside. But, the place that I enjoyed the most and the one in which I spend my childhood was my uncle’s house. He lived thirty minutes away from my aunt’s home, but it felt like a completely different one place. My uncle’s house was completely isolated from everyone. He was a farmer, so his house was kind of a farm too. My mother used to make my sister and I go to my uncle’s house for some days. It is not that my sister and I did not like that place, but because we were young, we just wanted to be with our cousins and spend the day in the lake.

But that summer, I realized that the farm was an exit from reality, an exit from the city, an exit from what make us, humans, forget about nature, about life, about what really matters.

To get there you have to drive through a long road and then you can find a dirt road exit that will lead you to his house. While driving there you can see huge wheat fields in both sides of the dirt road and at the very end of it you can see some stables, a haystack and his house. When you arrive to his house there is a big tree in front that gives shadow to the house during the hot days of summer. In the left side of the house there is a path that leads to a wide field in which the cows graze calmly. There’s a feeling of wonder when watching the never-ending countryside with the trees, the cows, the plants, the hills and the sunset that made the whole countryside look with different colors.

I felt like there was so much to admire in such a simple and lonely place, there was so much to learn from a lonely man that found happiness in nature. I felt like living my everyday life in the city made me forgot how simple things such as nature can make you feel happy and complete. Being there made me feel I could listen to the clouds, I could breathe, I could be free.

Photo by Miriam Fernandez-Bazylewicz

Photo by Miriam Fernandez-Bazylewicz

Miriam Fernandez is a freshman student from Spain. She is a basketball player and studies liberal arts and science. Her main interests are writing and drawing.

Miriam Fernandez is a freshman student from Spain. She is a basketball player and studies liberal arts and science. Her main interests are writing and drawing.