Poland is cold and gloomy, there are too many clouds and a little bit too much light pollution around here. I have seen pretty things, though. The other night I was making my way back from this exciting little pub that we call Swingers, but that is, in fact called Singers. The snow was falling down hard and soft and I had had too much to drink; it made me confident and I tried finding my way in a deserted part of town that looked like a film studio. An hour later I found the sausage men and ordered a sausage with a bun and some mustard (I am a vegetarian, but 6 zl is not a price at all for a sausage that good).
Those times I don't feel too sad, but when I am sitting in bed for the 20th hour, still wearing my soft pyjamas and feeling cold in the feet with down-tempo music playing, I regret things and start to feel queezy about being here. I am a very missful person, i can't help it and I ignore it and eventually I will be a total unemotional lump.
But there is much that I should be grateful about.