While I stood with my tray waiting to pay, a tall, unshaven drunk man wedged his way in line beside me and mumbled something in Polish. I pushed by him, and then ignored him like the rest of the customers were doing. Later the same drunk staggered from table to table, sometimes yelling. Everyone ignor ed him. We kept waiting for someone to throw him out but know one did.
Alcoholism is a problem in Poland.
Joan managed to get a decent connection to our friend the taxi driver and we arranged to meet at six. But the Taxi driver and his wife never showed up. But for some reason, they never showed. We cooked dinner for ourselves then went to meet Piotr and Lukasz. The bar was very crowded so Piotr invited us all to drinks at his house.