After Berlin, Avina and I took a bus across the border to my grandmother’s city in Poland, Wroclaw. Wroclaw is an old German city that became Polish after the second world war and has a really beautiful old town. Being in Poland felt like home, my grandmother had cooked us things we both love, we chattered away in Polish, went for shopping, met a new friend, and Avina was delighted with the selection of sausages. And the best thing about it all was the fact that it was suddenly summer again.