I don’t collect postcards so much as acquire them, and then don’t throw them out. I’ve got loads of them in my desk drawer.
You just never know when they might come in handy. Like … erm, when you want to pretend that you are enjoying an 80s-style holiday in UstroÅ„, Poland.
I have no idea why I have that postcard. (It must have been in a booklet of postcards. Notice the torn perforations down the side.) As far as I know, I don’t know anyone who’s been on holiday in Poland; besides it’s blank on the other side. I’ve never been to Poland.
And to be honest, thanks to that postcard I now don’t have to — I now know what it’s like. It looks like a lovely, relaxed kind of place, where men can hover for 20 years, much to the amusement of bystanders around (and in) the pool.
The pool is Basen kÄ…pielowy, just in case it looked familiar.