In which a new resident stumbles upon a most unusual creature that appears to have its very own language of buzzes, clicks and whirls. A perfect companion one might even say.
My entry isn't about any particular place, it's about the general character of my city, Lodz in Poland. In XIX century, it was a "promised land" of many people, especially from the textile industry. They built their factories from characteristic red brick, and as their fortune grew, they also built palaces to live in.