Normally 7pm on a Friday evening does not see me in the basement of the language school with six other people seated around a table, trying to read Polish phrases such as 'wszystko w porzadku' from flashcards, with a large and rapidly dissolving cheesy wotsit clenched between my teeth.
Wisely, the teacher advised us to pour out some juice before beginning the exercise.
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