Twenty minutes after a long flight of crying kids and praying Orthodox1 I was on a bus headed towards my apartment in central Warsaw. An hour later I was showered, changed, and excited to find a bar so I could stay up and power through the jetlag, one that hopefully would become my regular for the week. I didn’t have anyplace in mind, since I’d only done…
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