Krakow, Poland
After finishing writing the last Blog in Warsaw, Adam and I spent the evening in the garden of our hostel with Jacob, the man we met and directed from the underpass. He drunkenly poured forth his life story and lamented the state of his home country and city. He was also quite adamant that the state of the Polish loaf of bread and sausage had declined dramatically whilst he was working and studying in Britain. He let us in (a rare honor, apparently) on his carefu...