Kiwi cop-out
My wife, Natalie, is half Polish, and although she grew up in Britain, as a child she’d travel with her family every summer to visit cousins and grandparents. She still waxes lyrical about those blessed times in Poland’s forests, lakes and town squares, eating fresh berries and baked cakes. My kids are, of course, quarter Eastern European. I’ve now visited the region several times. On one of those trips, my best Kiwi mate from my youth also married a Pole. I was best man at the 24-hour wedding, which took place near the border with Ukraine. No one left the hotel until all the vodka had been drunk. I think of my affinity to this part of the world and its people as we watch one of the most awful and…