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

“What about Poland?”
I tried to balance the whisky that was practically over flowing. I lunged down
and took a gulp as if I were a gull diving for a meal. Urrgh, I might not be a
whiskey drinker after all.
It seemed that was that.
I was asking myself a rhetorical question and a beige folder on his desk held my
future.
One possible scenario for my future at least.
I remembered seeing a map of Dubai once, I think it was Dubai anyway. It
showed a huge airport that took up about a quarter of the map, Metro stops
scattered around the city. I had become accustomed to Warsaw’s single line
Metro and had forgotten about the possibility of traversing a whole city that
way. I remembered it being on the sea, that meant a beach and I knew it was as
hot as hell.
Dubai sounded great.
I also knew somewhere in my mind that they had strict laws and little drinking.
A large ex-pat community wouldn’t have existed without drinking though and I
was also sure that they wouldn’t all have converted to Islam. The money would
be good.