and if you say to me tomorrow, what fun it all would be

I got my carta pobytu! The fabled, ever elusive long-term residency permit. What's more, maybe in contrition for taking so long, they gave me two years. So I have two years in Poland. That should be enough to get the tip of a foothold in Polish. And the first glimmerings of understanding into the Polish character. It's very nice that this whole process is over, and I can start thinking about something else. Phew.


Carta Pobytu! valid for two years. it should be covered in tears and blood.

I'm tired. I'm sick of the bureaucracy. So tantalisingly close, on the precipice, staring over into the sun soaked lands of gainful tax paying employment, when of course, just one more obstacle in an endless stream of obstacles is put before me. A bank account balance? Fuck!!!!!

in the main square yesterday

Dutch santa?

wroclaw place!

Marriage consummated with a padlock in Wroclaw

Zurek is a traditional Polish soup made from a certain kind of flour that's been aged to become sour. And then you add sausage, usually a special white sausage, but below I just got one at random that looked good. The one below is also from a packet, which is what we usually have.

Zurek goodness