I married a German. Every night I dress up as Poland and he invades me.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
Strangely, you know, my parents, who left Poland separately and, you know, divorced, ended up marrying other people. But then they met again abroad, and they got together again.
I had to fight like hell to convince people I was beautiful in my own Polish half-breed way.
I've lost Poland. Without Poland, I go down. I've been thrown out; yet I love my country.
I actually speak fluent German. And I live in Vienna, and I'm married to a Viennese woman.
I'm Polish, I carry no grudges.
I was born in Poland I came to Sweden when I was eight and always wanted to act and suddenly ended up in a Bond movie which was for me at that time absolutely enormous.
I was in Europe and it was at this stage that I fell in love with Americans in uniform. And I continue to have that love affair.
I was born in the Second World War during the Nazi invasion of my country.
I am a pure-blooded Polish nobleman without a single drop of bad blood - certainly not German blood.
My family is from Russia and Poland. We never had that thing with the German Jews.