A few hours earlier — Friday morning. Sitting in a taxi on the way to the track felt like some parallel universe. I was technically heading for a racing licence — something that should smell like control, precision, and “I’ve got my life sorted”. And yet there I was in the back of a…

Part 1: Flat out towards Poznań This racing licence thing wasn’t one of those “I fancy a new hobby” ideas. I had to do it. Because the autumn before, I’d made yet another one of my highly promising decisions — the kind that doesn’t fit into the brain at all, only straight into the gut…

A Drama in Nine Acts… A story that drove me up the wall a few years ago. I honestly don’t know whether this insurer simply has it too good — or whether the right hand genuinely has no idea what the left hand is doing. Either way, what I experienced as a customer had absolutely nothing …

I’ve Never Been Good at Simple Things. And I’ve never really trusted things that work on the first try. If something goes right on attempt number one, I’m not proud. I get suspicious. That’s when the doubts start — not about me, about the destination. Was it too small? T…

Since we’re told there are no coincidences in life, it must have been fate that a magazine ended up in my hands, sparked something in my head — and launched me onto a career orbiting a planet called Adventure . I haven’t left that orbit since. A…

Technically, I was never really gone — life just decided to do what it does best: rearrange everything when you’ve finally made a plan. So I kept postponing. Not dramatically. Just… professionally. You know the routine, right? “Maybe tomorrow.” “Next week…