He ALWAYS had a smile on his face.
Usually greeted me with ‚dzien dobry’.
He loved Berlin, he said this city made him feel alive.
He loved ‚Maggi’, said it was like Marmite. I disagreed. Nothing tastes as bad as Marmite.
He gave me a ‚smiling’ biscuit for my birthday.
He cleared his locker and off he went.
I will remember him as an incredibly kind person who got very tired.