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

“Where is our router?” I thought I could handle this. It usually only required
switching on and off again anyway.
“What is router?” She asked sounding fed-up.
“The thing that connects our computers to the internet.” I motioned with my
hands the rough size of it. “A little plastic box.”
“We have some boxes over there.” And with this insight she returned to reading
her Polish version of Hello called ‘Flesz’. I wasn’t sure if I should understand it
as Flash or Flesh. Either way I was going to need another assistant on this one.
“Piotr. Pomoc.” Roughly translated, ‘Peter, help.’.
“What can I do for you my nigga?” He asked in his best hip-hop voice.
“Erm, we don’t say that Piot.” I felt very uncomfortable.
Was this Polish street lingo? There weren’t many foreigners here let alone
different looking foreigners and most of them that I’d seen would have been
from Asia.
“Don’t hate the playa, hate the game.” He replied.
“It’s not a game Piot, it’s an office and you can’t use that word.” I said firmly.
“But my bitches love it when I talk about my niggas. You gotta feel me homes.
I love the black boys, I throw them some bananas when I have the chance.” He