Nothing that revelatory to report. Still struggling on with the visa application process. This saga. Erik the viking never had to lodge a residency permit with the Polish government. Frankly I'd rather sail blindly into the Atlantic. But we are making progress, it's just sllllow. There are a few things which are a real cause for concern. I'm probably going to be here longer than my 90 day visa allows, and as such be here illegally. This shouldn't be a huge problem, as another guy who was working at my school was in a similar situation, overstayed his visa, and he wasn't led out of the country at gunpoint or anything. And if they deport people with the same vigour they process residency permits with, I should have about 10 years before they spring into action. My future boss said that if they do come and knock down the door, to give her a call, and she'll come and yell at them. Some Polish women are so battle hardened, from having to deal with these poorly run under resourced institutions all the time, it's really endearing. It's like going to war, when you step inside that government building, you just don't realise it at the time. A war of attrition. Where the most obstinate and immovable win. And we will win! As long as I'm not deported, obviously. So Kim, if the phone rings early Thursday morning, don't worry, it's probably just your son calling from the Polish/Ukrainian border.
Cabbage, n. A familiar kitchen-garden vegetable about as large and wise as a man's head. The cabbage is so called from Cabagius, a prince who on ascending the throne issued a decree appointing a High Council of Empire consisting of the members of his predecessor's Ministry and the cabbages in the royal garden. When any of his Majesty's measures of state policy miscarried conspicuously it was gravely announced that several members of the High Council had been beheaded, and his murmuring subjects were appeased.