The novelist had just returned from a walk
with his daughter when I presented myself at
his cottage at Zakopane in the Carpathian Mountains.
His naturally olive complexion was
flushed with the exercise, and he flourished a
ciupaga (or hatchet-headed mountain-stick)
gleefully as he stepped buoyantly into the room.
Filed under: History, Polish | Tagged: Ciupaga, polish walking stick
