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Bookworm Cabin

A Little House for Book Lovers
Zygmunt Borawski
time 4 minutes

Meet Bartek and Marta, born and bred in Warsaw. They enjoy their life in the capital, but in their spare time they always do what they can to escape it. What makes them truly happy is going to quiet enclaves, like the one in Italy that they visit every year. “There is nothing there,” says Marta. “A simple hut right on the seashore. Thick walls, cold water, no dishwasher, no heating. Our little son Henryk can play with a stick he uses to draw shapes in the sand or to collect worms with the owner. No distractions whatsoever. Just us and nature. It feels so good, we end up extending our stay every year without fail. Luckily, the owner is happy for us to stay longer.”

Bartek and Marta decided to do something similar in Poland. The couple wanted their own isolated space. Nothing big, just somewhere for a weekend getaway. Who could afford Italy trips all the time? There was only one problem: they had no land. After Henryk was born, it started bothering them even more. The idea slowly started to take shape. They visited their families, did some sightseeing, looked at possible locations. And anyway, Bartek and Marta are just the


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