But arriving late in a decent town finally found a hotel, shower and a restaurant. Then I start to wonder if I should't been serious upset. When I turned to the waiter asking for the menu in Russian (as that I don't speak the local language) hearing the answer 'sorry, I don't speak POLISH' makes me think this clearly wasn't my day :)
Saturday, 7 June 2008
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About this blog
I would anyway fail. I am too long here. So beauty & decay, education & corruption, high culture & kafka-style administration are meanwhile normal for me.
So this blog is like a painting from from Roy Lichtenstein... when you are with your nose on it :) You will just see the dots, not gaining any understanding of the whole.
Most things will look strange in this blog. But you can be sure, I would not live here, if there would not be a lot of great things here. Unfortunately, the weired stories are more interesting to tell & read.