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

With that she was up and we were out the door and I was back across the road at
the shopping centre for the second time that morning. It was surprisingly warm
for September, maybe 15 degrees or something. I didn’t bother with a jacket but
I hadn’t packed my sunglasses and I wished I had. Most other people were in
their large winter coats and that is when I wondered if it really did get cold
there.
“How cold does it get here?” I asked Elly.
“Why did you expect Polar bears in the street?” She seemed disappointed with
me.
“Nothing like that.” I said as a man dressed as a giant tankard passed us by.
“Do you think we are all car stealers as well?”
“Thieves. Car thieves.” I corrected her. “And no, why would I?”
“Come to Poland, your car is already here.” She said. It made no sense but we
were inside the shopping centre, so I let it rest.
We found her a phone and she got a contract. She wanted to look at some
dresses and handbags so we did. I was bored. Well bored as a kid in a candy
shop and my sweet tooth was nourished by the endless stream of beauties
swaning about.