My family history, like that of many Polish, German and Jewish families from Central Europe in the 20th century, is complex.
Poland is not East or West. Poland is at the center of European civilization. It has contributed mightily to that civilization. It is doing so today by being magnificently unreconciled to oppression.
I am a pure-blooded Polish nobleman without a single drop of bad blood - certainly not German blood.
My parents are Polish. I don't know anything about Italian-ness.
If somebody knows me, they know for sure I'm from Poland because I'm playing for my country every tournament, every match. I'm staying in my hometown and my home country because that is where I feel comfortable. I feel good there.
I wouldn't take the Pope too seriously. He's a Pole first, a pope second, and maybe a Christian third.
I do not have to look for credentials for my Polishness and for my patriotism. I'm a Pole. The chronicles of my family go back - as far back as the 13th century.
I'm a big supporter of the military simply because I'm the daughter of a Polish immigrant who fled Europe during World War II from Poland and lied about his age to join the Army simply because he was proud to be an American. And who isn't?
My name was originally John Collins, but I just didn't think it had the flair I needed. I found out the poet laureate of Poland was named Krasinski and so it seemed like a shoe-in for show business.
For two centuries, Poland suffered constant and brutal attacks. But while Poland could be invaded and occupied, and its borders even erased from the map, it could never be erased from history or from your hearts. In those dark days, you have lost your land but you never lost your pride.
There are enough Poles in Chicago to make up one of the largest cities in Poland.
I feel Polish. More specifically, I feel like I'm from the tiny village in the Northeast of Poland where I have a house and where I love to spend time. But I don't work there. I cut wood.
My great-grandparents came from Poland. Interestingly enough, they were named Adam and Eve. But I do not believe they are the original.
I visited Krakow about 10 years ago, and when you're named Krakowski, you are very welcomed. I loved every minute of it. They had 'Ally McBeal' on Polish TV. People offered to drive us out to our family's farm.
I have a sweet tooth for song and music. This is my Polish sin.
America loves Poland, and America loves the Polish people. Thank you.The Poles have not only greatly enriched this region, but Polish-Americans have also greatly enriched the United States, and I was truly proud to have their support in the 2016 election.
I always needle a bit when people say I'm a champion of the Poles, because I've always had a very multinational view of Poland.
As proud as I am of being Polish-Canadian, sometimes I'm so jealous I wasn't born Italian.
A Pole must accept everything Polish, both good and bad,..
I have one vivid memory of one of the days that the marches were taking place. We were in a Catholic, predominantly Polish and Lithuanian neighborhood. Chicago is a place where people define themselves by their parish and by their ethnicity.
I can't imagine life without Poland. I find it very hard to find a place for myself in the West.
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.
Even though I moved to Florida, I'm still Polish.
Poland is my home, my roots are here. There is nowhere I would rather live.
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.
