I stepped off bus 194 into the heart of Kraków's northern badlands. All around were brightly coloured blocks like matchboxes. Squatting behind the bus stop was a low building incorporating KFC, Lewiathan and one of those new plastic internet banks, all slowly, dustily baking in the sunlight. It was classic osiedle territory, even down to the kids swinging on the carpet-beating frame. Not an Urząd in sight.
Next to Lewiathan was an old guy slowly turning a rotisserie on which chickens and various other bits of carcass were skewed. I strolled over to ask him for directions....
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The management would like to apologise for the interruption of this post due to excess rage. Normal service will be restored once the author has calmed down and filled in her PIT-37 online.
In the meantime, please enjoy this soothing music video:
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"(...) bus 194 (...)" - czyli nie znalazła się ani jedna przyjazna dusza, która zaoferowałaby podwiezienie. Podły świat! ;]
Nie... ale nie zapytałam nikogo bo wstydziłam się prosić o pomoc... I wszyscy znajomi pracują na etacie. Ale udało się.
Pino, po Krakowie jeździ się rowerem. Jeszcze do tego nie doszłaś?
No wiem, ale nie warto kupić sobie rower bo nie jestem tu na stale. I boję się krakowskich kierowców, tak i tramwajów.
Ale na rolkach jeżdżę :)
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