Yeah, I think that's sort of the American way. And it's also the Polish way, it turns out.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
My parents are Polish. I don't know anything about Italian-ness.
I'm Polish, I carry no grudges.
I realize that the strivings of the Polish people gave rise, and still do so, to the feelings of understanding and solidarity all over the world.
If you polish things too much, it loses the feeling.
You can be a Polish American, or an Arab American, or a Greek American but you can't be English American. Why not?
My mother taught me that it is important to be prepared for a last-minute polish.
However, I don't doubt that a wave of immigration will come to Poland.
My name is actually Polish. It's my husband's name. Most people say 'Zaw-stak,' but it's 'Show-stack,' like you're going to a show, eating a stack of pancakes.
I know many writers who first dictate passages, then polish what they have dictated. I speak, then I polish - occasionally I do windows.
I suppose that's the European way, dangerous and hairy.