The 'Damn it's cold' edition

The flight left three hours late but to compensate, they cancelled the connecting flight from Warsaw to Katowice, which meant a change of plans- I am now in Krakow. A nice enough town, friendly ladies who do not seem to be openly on the troll for visas (but then I'm passing myself off as a full-blooded Hungarian, partly to avoid visa leeches), artery-hardening food and sheets of ice. Also a fairly large number of Jewish artifacts (I had breakfast at a shop decorated with stars of David and paintings of different rabbis.) It's the European wet dream: Judaism without Jews!

The hostel I'm staying at offers "daily tours to Auschwitz". No thanks. I met up with a Canadian guy and instantly hated his guts when, in relaying details of his expedition, he stated in a tone combining insincerity and disinterest "I learned we must never let stuff like that happen again." Yeech. By the way, what's with the 'we' stuff? I bet when the guns are pointed in my (our) direction, there will be no more we. Anyway.....

I'm about to hop the train to Czestachowa, which is supposed to be reasonably close to here. We shall see. I'm just hoping I don't have to log on in six hours and write something along the lines of "There is no university in town and no employer. It was all a scam. Send supplies of rye bread and whiskey to: Broke-Ass Foreign Boy, Train Station, Czestachowa, Poland." Although deep in my cynical soul (what is left of it) I fully expect my next post to be a variation of this theme.

Say was this more or less optimistic than my usual? And where is Peemil? I miss his drawings of dead clowns.