The Polish Experience By Nicholas Westerby This ... - GetSab.Com

I pushed on regardless and powered through the host of leaflet-ers which
seemed to be growing exponentially on the streets of Warsaw. They mainly
huddled at the entrance/exits of Metro stations but you could find the odd ones
scattered about the streets. They were a depressed and persistent bunch,
thrusting their advertisements into your chest then muttering when you didn’t
take them. Most were advertising English schools, if it happened in England
they’d have been hocking credit cards or more probably debit advice services.
I liked riding the Metro, I had been on the Underground in London and in
Seoul, and while Warsaw’s single line was less impressive it was efficient and
clean. There were usually ample amounts of eye candy to enhance the journey
as well.
I disembarked at Imielin and walked out of the artificial light into the real sun
busting day. Warsaw got a lot more sunshine than I had imagined. They had
some terrible fog as well but even when it snowed the sun shone over Warsaw.
As I tried to find my bearings, spinning round and looking at the ten or twelve
identical tower blocks I realised that I couldn’t even locate his building.
I was getting peckish so I headed to a little ‘delikatesy’ or delicatessen in
English. While I sat there mulling over what to do next I spotted Kins trudging
across a grass embankment with shopping bags weighing him down. I picked up
my coat, dropped down my money and ran after him.