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In February I visited a place I had wanted to go to for many years. It has taken me five months to find a way of writing about it - I hope it was worth the wait. 

A friend of mine - a jazz piano player named Harry who is now in his seventies, is married to a Polish lady named Sophie (Zafia in Polish). Yesterday he brought me an old album of photographs of her taken when she was in her twenties and was living in Warsaw. "Doesn't she look like Ingrid Bergman?" he asked me proudly. This inspired me to write the poem.