by a.pykalo | kwi 23, 2018
My father, Robert, was born in 1972 in Bydgoszcz. He met my mum when he was very young, before he graduated from high school. He started his career in the military as a vehicle and tank serviceman in Piła, not far from his home town. Due to the fact that my dad was...
by a.pykalo | kwi 23, 2018
On 17 March 2011, the fire service received a call: a human being needs to be saved. They started their sirens and went. However, they never got to the victim – the car they were riding was in a head-on collision with a lorry whose driver did not make way for an...
by a.pykalo | kwi 23, 2018
(…) Krzysztof often talked about death. Not jokingly, always seriously. He was talking about it ever since they first met. And it happened when they were both in primary school. Patrycja was 13, he was 15. They became a couple already at that early stage. One day she...
by a.pykalo | kwi 23, 2018
To Mariusz Deptuła, his family had always been always the top priority. Every person who knew him said similar things about him: open, warm, a good friend, a good soldier, a father who loved his daughter very much. Work in the army was his passion, bringing him...
by a.pykalo | kwi 23, 2018
“I do not remember my mum very well but thanks to the stories my grandparents told me, I know she was a wonderful human being and I will always remember her as such”, Rafał says about his mother. Agnieszka Gronostaj graduated from a medical high school but she could...
