Fuck yeah, snow!

Even thought people here say that's not really snow, for me it is, so it is.
It already melted and it's sunny again (but not hot). However, it was nice while it lasted...

The white thing in the ground is what locals say it's not snow, but according to wikipedia it IS snow. Hmm

Number stations!

After a long while looking for a good radio that could receive in SW, I found a great one that had the SW1 and SW2 channels. Of course it's also cool to have FM so I can listen to normal radio (so I learn the language better), but I was really interested in the Short Wave because of one of the most interesting things I've ever found: Number Stations. (All thanks to The Conet Project and my passion for the XX Century world history, specially the two World Wars).

So here I was, in my bedroom while it was snowing (and not melting!) out there. I decided to turn the radio on and check how the meteorological conditions afected the signal reception... and seems like it works better on cloudy days. Since I bought the radio I could barely find radio broadcastings in the languages that are around the country. I've even found a Romanian radio station broadcasting a program to learn chinese (fun!).

In the end I found this! which sounds like some typical coded transmission (hours scanning the spectre with different antennae on teh internets gave me some experience).
It's probably not a number station, but it's kweeeeel.

Demonstrations in Plac Konstytucji

This is one of the interesting things of Warsaw. You just decide to change the path to go back home and you find a concert in the middle of Plac Konstytucji.
My first impression was: why the hell are all this people here in this cold??
Everyone wearing coats, hats, scarfs. It was like 1ºC.
Well, I don't see things like this back home!

To prove it, I recorded this poor quality video:

Then I found out why this all happened.
It was a demonstration that was planned to go to the house of Wojciech Jaruzelski, because he was the one who called the state of war (stan wojenni) and responsible for the Martial law, even though there was no actual war at the time.

Demonstrators - http://www.tvnwarszawa.pl

LINK: Manifestacja przed domem Jaruzelskiego.

Super Sam is not even his final form

If you don't know Sam & Max, that means you're too young.

I took this picture during my first weeks in Warsaw because I thought it was funny and it reminded me of Sam, from Sam & Max, in a super hero style (I know, I'm always talking about super heroes, and I feel like I'm 7 years old again... but whatever!).
The picture, with its terrible quality and everything, was forgotten in my lol-folder until yesterday, when I saw...

Is this his final form? the world needs to know, I'm sure.

So I had to see it with my own eyes to believe it.
It exists!

Google Images didn't have any good pic of Sam to paste here for the lulz. Sorry.

I've heard there's an Ultra Sam somewhere. I need to see it aswell...

First snow!

Even though it wasn't for a long time, it snowed.
YAY!

I wanted to see some snow before going back home for Christmas and I finally did it! although it melted right away, it did snow "hard" (yeah, lol) while I was at the Polish language lesson. Then it stopped.

I took this picture in the morning, while waiting for the bus in Centrum. It was snowing then too, but the quality is not really amazing.

I spend an average of 20 minutes here every single day waiting for some fucking bus. Then I'm late hohoho

I hope it snows some more, at least to make some snowman!

Brand name fails. Part 3,14

Everytime I go to Ikea, I wonder how they choose the names for the products.
I always imagine a bunch of workers discussing on their coffee break:

-Hey Ingvar, does this word sound swedish and cool?-
-No, add some umlauts. (Beware my viking friend! too many of them will make it Hëavÿ Mëtäl).
-But we always write everything with umlauts! and we're running out of them!
-Then we'll have to be obvious... how can we call this brown carpet?

Kolon! Because "Rëktüm" was already taken.

And now going into the beautiful Polish language, a funny fail:

They mean "orto" semiconductors

Explaining the joke: Osram, derived from the verb Osrać, would mean something like... "I'm dumping a shit".

Monday, Bloody Monday

Mondays should be forbidden.
That's all folks!

Now, seriously, I'm so thankful I only have a couple of weeks till Christmas. I will be able to rest back home, in a place where everything is written in my language and I understand people in the street, while I won't need to switch the language constantly and end up not knowing what the f**k I speak anymore...

Mondays are terrible. They're pretty interesting though, but terrible because I end up really exhausted. I have lessons in English, Polish, German, Italian and Norwegian and I have them non stop from 8:30 till 4:30. 8 hours of continuous effort that leave me completely destroyed.

I just found a great example of how I feel when I arrive home on monday:

/Rant

Erasmus Cooking: Part I

Tortilla-burritos with fried vegetables that were found in my fridge (yes, that's the name of the dish)


Ingredients:
- Eggs
- Vegetables
- Salt
- Oil
- Flour

oh, and a frying pan, to fry, of course. Not an ingredient, but you'll need it.
I always feel like Arguiñano when I'm in the kitchen, although my experiments always suck big time.
Anyway!

You shake the eggs and add the flour until you think it's okay. Mix it well. Add the salt too! I just forgot it. You add the salt and keep shaking.

Then you fry it in the pan. Put oil in the pan first.
And once it's fried it should look like this.

Om nom nom nom!

Then you fry the vegetables. Like tomatoes, pepper, onion, a bit of garlic. You can add many other things, like non-vegetable but edible stuff, like ham, bacon, cheese, weed (for a space tortilla burrito!).

That thing should look like... this?

Hi! I'm a mix of vegetables in a pan.

And when it's done, you put it on your tortilla to wrap it like an amazing burrito! Like this:

This one has cheese. Cheese is amazing. I love cheese.

Then you open the trash can and dispose it because it tastes bad and you order a pizza.

By the way, here they put KETCHUP on the pizza! that goes for everyone back in Madrid who always scream and shout and cry that you SHALL NOT PUT KETCHUP ON THE PIZZA!!!.
I do, and people here do it aswell.
Hard to believe? look at this:

I'm a hawaiian pizza with ketchup!

Yes! that's a hawaiian pizza. With pineapples, mushrooms, pepper and fucking ketchup for the lulz.
And it was good!

CROSSWALKQUEST!

Everytime I'm in the street here and I have to cross the road, I think the same thing.
The green guy in the traffic light always reminds me of BRODYQUEST (one of my favourite and yet simpliest videos of the History of the World).

Dun dun dun dududunnn!

And it reminds me that so much that I can't do anything about it, but start singing it mentally.
Sometimes I even cross it like in the video. For great awesomenessssssss!

P.s.: the video!

P.s.2: I know, stupid entry, but I always think of it when I'm crossing the street and I think it's keeeeeeeeewl.

Over 9000 in the market!

Going to the market is always a funny thing to do when you're a Spaniard in Poland, or at least when you speak Spanish. The names of the products will never stop surprising me... [1], [2], [3].

For example, here we have the concetrated tomato sauce Madero... to keep the public order under control!

Saquen loh papele der coshe y la documentasiónnn

But the best, in my honest opinion, is this one. Prince of the strongest race of warriors in the whole universe.

Vegeta! What does the scouter say about his power level!?

All this stuff is giving me great ideas for a super dinner!

Always late

How is it possible? is it destiny?
Every single day I go to my lessons, I'm late. Like 10 minutes.
Science has taught me to run experiments and so did I. The first days I was late, I ran out of the house with only 30 minutes left. The metro takes 16 minutes to Centrum and the bus takes 10. Plus the 5 it takes to get to the metro from my place. That makes 31 minutes. Just 1 minute late.

So I thought: okay, let's leave the house with 45 minutes. Results?
10 minutes late. Why? because the metro isn't working or the bus won't come because of a traffic jam.

So yesterday I wanted to push it to the limit. 1 hour to make it! but what happened this time?
I spent 20 minutes stuck in the bus in Nowy Świat and Krakowskie Przedmiescie, in front of University, unable to leave because we weren't in the bus stop. THAT SUCKS! seeing my classroom from the bus, being in front of the building and being stuck there knowing for some fucking reason I'd be late ONCE AGAIN.

FUCKING WHYYYYYY!

It's destiny! IT'S MY DESTINY!

So I gave up.
I will just go to the lessons whenever I feel like it. If I'm late, then I'm late. And if I'm on time, then fuck yeah.

Optimus Prime is here!

All our worries are gone, for HE has come.
Take that, Decepticons!

Autobot in disgise.

Just kidding. It's the garbage collection service.

Erasmus Life - when your parents mail you stuff

When you're abroad for a very long time and your parents are worried, they usually send you typical products from your homeland. In my case olive oil, chorizo, cecina, cheese... all of them great food that I was missing already (and they're sooo good).

But the problem comes when they decide to send you clothes aswell. Maybe because they remember you bigger, or maybe smaller. In my case they must remember me quite bigger than how I am, as the size of all the clothes is quite too large (plus I'm loosing weight).

But that's not a problem, considering the cold temperatures. The bigger, the better, right?. And one wonders: what else can go wrong?

Assman, the hero this city deserves, because he can take it.

This can go wrong, When they decide to send you clothes and they don't look at the sooo important details.
Now I have to divide my clothes in two parts: the ones I can wear normally and those that I can only wear when I'm sure that under no circumstances I will end up in the emergency section of the hospital. Why? because I don't wanna die while everyone's laughing at my underwear.

R.I.P.

He died because the doctors couldn't save him.

They were too busy laughing.

The end is nigh!

Even though I tried to take a picture of him with my cellphone, I couldn't. He was too close and he could have seen me doing it. But if I ever have another chance, I will do it for sure.
However, it was a sign. The end is near.
How can I know it? because he was the fucking William "Bill" Overbeck from Left4Dead, which means the Zombie Apocalypse is coming...

This is how you lit a cigarrete when you're Bill the untouchable. Or was he? LOL sorry for the spoiler. Peace.

So it was nice to meet you all, fellas. I'll start thinking of possible places to hide when the time comes. Aswell as different ways to protect myself and take part in this kill-frenzy.

For all the yellow-limbed dudes yet to meet: Gouranga!

P.s.: this video is a MUST:

Street musicians in Centrum

Some of the people I see every single day, since I always go to Centrum by metro, are those street musicians asking for money (I wonder if they'll stay there when it snows).

I must say that the first day was cool. I mean, you see a guy playing music with a chair and he has some kind of rythm, so it's original and okay. But after a couple of days, and specially when you're going back home after a long day with a precious headache... then you stop seeing it as something original and you'd wish them a slow and painful death. It reminds me of this guy playing the violin every single morning in Nuevos Ministerios, in Madrid, who would NEVER play anything more than Pachelbel Canon (there's even a group on facebook so he changes the songs!). I completely understand the guy from the video...

Now you're infected by the Pachelbel Canon Syndrome too! how cool is that? :_D

At least that guy knows how to play the violin, no matter how much I hated him and hoped with all my heart that he fell downstairs and broke his fingers so my agony stops.

But these guys in Centrum are a whole completely different story.

The guy who should be here is an expert on the art of playing the Chair.

 Listening to this guy every morning is like if someone woke you up with a kick in the balls.
The only good musicians in this place are a band of old men who sell their albums and they're quite good, but sadly I always keep the earphones on to avoid the rest of the noise. Usually next to them there's an old man playing the harmonica. I like to call him Johnny Crash. ¿The bad thing about it?, he plays ALWAYS the same riff again and again, and this riff is just three notes.

The Headachal Brothers Live @ Centrum

But the special award goes to The Headachal Brothers and their greatest hit "Badum tss", which is repeated again and again until you just throw up and beg for the euthanasia.

Independence and riots

Yesterday, 11-11-11, was the big day in Poland, commemorating the Independence of Poland (Narodowe Święto Niepodległości). You could see lots of people in the streets bringing Polish flags and going to Plac Defilad, in the center of the city. And the atmosphere here was kinda positive.

For some reason that I still don't know, the riots begann.

Riot Starter - Foto by Adrian Nikolov

It's a pity when a celebration turns into a riot for no reason (or was there a reason?).

The News - Zadymy z Warszawie Święto Niepodległości - Teleexpress:

More info on:
- The Warsaw Voice.
- Independence Day Riots in Warsaw - Krakow Post.
- Warsaw counts the cost after Independence Day riots - The News.pl
- Many arrested in Warsaw clashes are foreigners - msnbc.com

Walking around Centrum

One of the things I love from Warsaw is precisely the feelings while walking around, no matter where I go. The cold weather (cold for me, as I always say) is just perfect, mixed with the clouds at night and the red bright sky everywhere. The good thing is that wherever you go, you can always find a new place with a huge painting on the wall, or end up at some corner finding a new kotwica with some explanation of what happened there during the war.

The last thing I'd have expected to see while looking for a bathroom in Stare Miasto was this:

Escalators!

And one of the places I wanted to see, because I love it, is this post-apocalyptic-like building in Świętokrzyska:

It's totally a Wastelands' building, you know.

For some reason, everytime I can go to this place it's already night, so the pictures are never that good. However, this one looks particularly cool (in my opinion, not that I'm a good photographer, cos I have no idea about it). It'd be cool to visit it from the inside, but I'm afraid I'd be expecting super mutants everywhere the whole time! and going in without The Ink Spots would be a sin.

...how could it be expected?

Remember the last post? but of course!: Nobody expects the Spanish Revolution!
I wrote about this poster I saw in the street on my way to Łazienki, and I was so happy that people could see what happened in Madrid directly from those who experienced it... so I went to see this gallery today, expecting pictures, videos, some explanation. Something...

Surprise! Gallery is just the name of the place, which was a big empty room full of chairs where the only thing to do was watching a home-made crappy video made by some gutter punks in Paris, who spent their time protesting in empty parks and eating from what they found in the garbage. Plus, the video was half in Spanish and half in French, without subtitles, for Polish people (LOL?).

So why "Spanish Revolution"? when it's a bunch of punks behaving like damn hobos in France?
Thanks, assholes, for wasting two precious hours of my life. There are thousands of more interesting things to talk about than your holidays. Things that many people would like to know, instead of how you paint your face and play the fucking flute.

P.s.: that kind of people is the one giving everyone else a bad image. Those gutter punks are precisely the ones making it look stupid and hippie. If it wasn't because of them, everything would probably be a bit different. For good.

Nobody Expects the Spanish Revolution!

The least I could feel when I saw this poster in the street was happiness. Seeing that even when the media stinks (like everywhere, because the stench is international!), people here are in touch, and that's amazing, cos it shows how people really are, how they really care. And no matter how they try to divide us through the rotten media and all that political bullshit, we are and we will always be the people.

But now they can... expect us! ;)

It's not the only poster I've seen, as there're also those, well known, yellow ones about ¡Democracia Real, Ya! (I'll take a pic if I have the chance, but I could only see them from the bus) [Pic taken]. Let's see how the thing goes, since it won't be the first time.

Real Revolution Now! at the Main Gate of University of Warsaw, Krakowskie Przedmieście. October 15th 2011.

P.d.: Here the promised picture!

The menace approaches!

I just saw this advert and I'm not sure if it's the same Telecinco as we have in Spain and Italy, but if it is, then it can only mean one thing: the cancer is spreading.

Polacy! you're still on time to stop the cancer that's killing TV.

The small differences

Surprised again with Polish people, their politeness and their empathy, I feel forced to compare some situations with their Spanish version.

The other night, while coming back to Warsaw by train, I had a "small" conversation with the inspectors.

As far as I knew, I had a 50% discount in my train tickets because I have a student card, but the problem is that it's only applied until you're 26 years old and... I'm 27. So the inspectors tried to explain me the problem: instead of paying 18zl I had to pay 51zl, because not only the discount can't be applied, but I'm neither young anymore. And I didn't know it! (that the discount only applies until you're 26, of course).

So after a few minutes telling them that, yeah, I'm 27, and hearing them saying that, yeah, I was born in 1984, I tried to explain them how the discount was always applied and the other inspectors never said anything about it. I think I understood something like: "because they didn't see your age". After that they just told me to relax, since I was sweating trying to use the few words I know to communicate, and they told me everything was okay, but to remember that the discount was not valid anymore.

After they left I remembered how it would have been in Spain, according to my experiences. And I remembered the last time I saw inspectors in the Cercanías, going to Madrid.
While they were asking everyone for the tickets, they told a 15 years old girl, who was alone, that her ticket wasn't validated. Everything would be okay till this point, unless we knew that in our station there is NO validator, has never been a validator and there's no information concerning the validation of train tickets.
So the inspectors, instead of explaining her the situation, told her she had to pay a 100€ fine, and they didn't change their minds even if the girl started crying, saying she had no money, and the people around also said there isn't and has never been a validator in our station.

Small differences that show you the politeness and empathy of some people and the huge amount of prickness of some others.

P.s.: I kinda TAKE THAT BACK.

The Neverending Story

Maybe it's because of my communicative problems, because I can't explain myself or because I'm reaching some points of unknown stress, but I'm still dealing with the registration in university and finding out how I'm registered for courses I never asked for or not-registered in some of the mandatory ones. So much fun.

Last week I travelled all the way to university at 16:45 to see a closed door without any kind of note saying: dude, we're not in this class anymore, not even in this building. Asking the janitors (my new archenemies, by the way) was an adventure, as always.
Having lessons from 8:00 till 16:30 makes Jack a dull boy...

P.s.: no wonder why I get sick so often. The streets are freezing cold (freezing cold for me, m'kay??), so you're all wrapped in jackets, hats and scarves. And when you decide to take the metro/bus/tram you discover an army of human heaters wearing half of their closet.
How on Earth is it possible that they never sweat and I literally melt??
I'll need a towel to get dry everytime I take the metro whenever it's under 0ºC or I'll just die.

The woman who wasn't there

It has nothing to do with the movie, seriously, I only chose that title because...
PLOT TWIST: she has always been there! (hm, like in the movie).
And I was the one who never went to the right place. Why?, good question. I don't know.

So this means I finally met my coordinator, who happens to be a very nice and friendly teacher in my faculty.
Which means things are going on in the right direction. Let's hope they go also at the right speed.
Although I'm afraid "speed" is a concept applied merely on driving.

P.s.: Sorry for the spoiler.
P.s.2: Tyler Durden was Jack the whole time. Soylent Green is made of people. Darth Vader is Luke's father. Titanic sinks. His friends were part of his beautiful mind. Neo is the chosen one. Goku wins. L dies. Kira too.

Doctor Ludwik Zamenhof

During my visit to Białystok I could see the house where Ludwik Zamenhof, a.k.a. Doctor Esperanto (one of my idols), was born and lived.

It's in ulica Ludwika Zamenhofa, named after him, next to the city center or ratusz (city hall).

Ulica Ludwika Zamenhofa (Captain Obvious to the rescue!)

The only thing I could see was the building from the outside and the monument in a square close to the house. It would be amazing if they had a museum or a library (they probably do, but I couldn't check it yet!).

 

On the inscription in Polish and Esperanto we can read: This is the house in which on the 15th of december 1859 was born the creator of the Esperanto Language, Doctor Ludwik Zamenhof. The building is part of The Ludwik Zamenhof Centre.

Saturn Return

So here I am, one year older.
27 springs. Or falls.

Good thing I'm not a rockstar, otherwise I'd be shitting bricks, facing death and the Forever 27 Club.

I guess this is the beginning of a new period, another circle. It's definitely a new life. Hopefully on this world.

JAJA - The egg shop

By now, there are two kind of specialized shops that I've seen in the streets here in Poland (specialized in just one kind of product, of course): Alkohole 24H and Jaja. I'm aware it's not necessary to translate the first one, but the second one means "Eggs".

JA JA! - I know, bad joke...

Hurt-Detal has nothing to do with the English "hurt". It's something about the way they sell the product, like in big or small amounts. For sure one would never like to mix the concepts "eggs" and "hurt" in the same sentence. Dude!

About Alkohole 24H, I think I'll write something more whenever I feel ready to go into one of those stores and I'm able to keep a whole conversation in Polish. The funny thing is that famarcies aren't open 24 hours, but alcohol shops are.
That's the spirits!

Duh, I have a bad-jokes day.

Hmmm pizza...

I know, again with my dirty mind and food. But... come on!
This pizza is probably good, but for some reason I don't feel like ordering it.

My congrats to the chef, I bet he cooks with lots of love.

For whoever doesn't speak Spanish, Corrida = Cumshot.
P.d.: if someone has ever ordered it, was it good? I still don't feel like trying it...
P.d.2: I'll upload a better quality picture soon! with the name and all the delicious ingredients.
P.d.3: Pic uploaded!

Catch 22

That's exactly what happened here.

I had to register for a course of Polish language (level A1 - beginner) on internet. The site offers a version in English for the basic stuff, but no information at all on it.
Which means that in order to register in Polish language A1 you have to understand the information written in Polish. But if you understand it and you're able to register you don't need to take the course because you already speak Polish. Therefore the only way to register on the course is not needing it.

Catch 22, dude...

The Universe is back!

The model of the Universe on Copernicus hands has been replaced!
Always a pleasure to bring great news.

Don Simón, DeLuxe

For those who can't believe it, Don Simón is the cheapest wine in Spain. Or maybe there're cheaper wines, but you love your life too much to risk your health drinking them (or not, whatever!).
It's usually the wine we buy to get wasted, mixing it with Coca-cola to make kalimotxo (I love how wikipedia has always a page for everything). However, here in Poland it looks like something expensive. Actually, the cheapest wine I've found costs 8 zlotych, which is 2€. But Don Simón costs 15!

Even with the seal!

From all the good things Spain could export, this is probably the last I expected to see here. If I really consider this to be good at all.
Fuck calimocho, I'll make botellón with wódka!

Cool toilet paper

Someone may think I have a dirty mind (well, I do), but I just post what I see. Again another joke about toilet paper related to Spanish. It's not my fault!

To papier toaletowy jest zajebiste!

For those who don't speak Spanish, "mola" means "it's cool".
I'm seriously considering it for my next Super-dinner!

Bookstores in the center

There are two main places to buy books, movies and all that jazz. One is Empík, where you have books, movies, notebooks, music and magazines and you can just pick whatever you want and read it. And the other is Traffic Club. Both are close to Centrum.

I bought my Polish-Spanish dictionary the other day at Traffic Club, but obviously I'm not writting because of that (because who cares, right?). The truth is that I just wanted to share what I saw.

In this place you have free wi-fi, so there's always people with laptops checking stuff on the internet. Some check sport sites, some others check the news. There's always the young guy on messenger or facebook, but dude, this was a WTF.

This hot chick was in the middle of the place having a videoconference with a naked guy. And not only she didn't give a fuck, but she kept the video, whole screen, even after my classmate and I pointed at the laptop saying: duuude that's a naked guy.

And not a single fuck was given that day.

First week in the city

All good. All more than good
I love this place.

I finally have a house, with a very nice bedroom in a very nice neighbourhood and one minute from the metro station.
The Polish language lessons are great and the teacher is nice and friendly. I truly believe that one of the most important things while learning (specially in languages) is having a good teacher that knows how to explain things the right way. We all agree we're really lucky to have Piotr helping us and only two weeks are not enough, specially when the lessons are so great. But surprisingly we're learning way more than I could have ever imagined. I can even understand some people's conversations in the bus, and they're speak really low!

If there's something I DON'T miss from Spain is precisely that: the noise in trains and buses. Here people aren't noisy at all. They speak, but their conversations are in private. You'll never hear two people talking out loud about their sexual lives, surrounded by strangers.

I've heard about young people listening to music with their cellphones, without headphones, but I must say I haven't seen any of them yet (luckily).
Travelling in Metro here in Warsaw is great. It's fast and confortable, and people are polite.

But the things we have in common (bad things) are those shorthaired guys, wearing sport clothes and gold chains. As I've heard, they're called "dres", because that's the name of their pants. There was another name for them, but I don't remember it.
Seems like these guys are international...

Something I didn't know is that here you have to pay when you go to a Public WC. Today I had to. I couldn't take it anymore and went to a public bathroom somewhere inside that underground maze called Warszawa Centralna. When I finished doing my duty I saw a paper saying something like: "peeing: 2 Zloty". According to what I've been told, people usually don't pay. For those who don't do it, there's an old woman inside a room, popularly called "the public bathroom grandma" (however it's called in Polish...), and she will shout bad things if you try to scape without leaving the coins on the plate.
But I paid, of course. I've just been told all this. I'm a polite guy and all that shit.

Copernicus has lost it...

One walks around Nowy Świat and suddenly finds the Nicolaus Copernicus Monument.
Maybe nobody would notice it, even having seen it before, but there was something missing on it. And it's not the first time, as it seems (Who stole Copernicus' System?).

Whatever happened in 2008 wasn't as funny as this time.
As it seems, or the news say, two drunk young guys decided one night to climb the monument and steal the Model of the Universe. What for? Simple: to go and buy a kebap with it right after.
True story!

Milk bars

Today after the Polish language lessons (and skipping the visit to the University Library, by mistake, I swear!) I ended up eating with two Spanish students in a place called "Familijny". This kind of restaurant is called Bar Mleczny, which means literally "milk bar", and it's one of the cheapest places I've ever found in my whole life.

Familijny - Bar Mleczny

When you enter the place there's a menu on the wall. You can choose what kind of dish you want, from soups, meat dishes (I think), desserts... all that. And all the dishes are typically Polish, which means you can try lots of different typical things for a cheap price.

I decided to order two dishes of pierogi ruski (I loooove them), filled with white cheese. But the cook, instead, told us she'd give us just one of them and a different second dish.
- Fine by me. Bring it on!
The second dish was like a roll made of crêpes filled with fried vegetables. Tasty aswell!
And it costed only 9 zlotych, which is like 2,20€.

Seems like I'm gonna eat there often.
And as I can see, this city is full of Bar Mleczny... no wonder I didn't see many McDonald's, this is cheaper, better, faster, tastier...

First days, first flu

Bad thing: I have the flu.
Good thing: I'm having it now and not during that well known, super freezing, Polish winter.
I look like I just watched Titanic, under a cover, tissues all around me, a red nose, crying eyes... minus the chocolate ice cream. I don't feel like eating  or drinking anything colder than boiling tea.

The Intensive Polish Language Course has already started. Our teacher is a really nice man and the classmates are friendly. I just wish I didn't have a runny nose, but you can't have everything, right?

The weather isn't bad. It's warm actually. Warm and humid, with wind ocasionally.
Oh! the perfect recipe for the flu! there you go... But a friend gave me yesterday a recipe against it. A Russian recipe I had to try myself not completely against my will:
1 Shot of vodka
Black pepper.
Honey.

Surely, if you don't die you'll feel better. The thing is that I'm still alive and feeling worse (LOL).
Don't try it at home, guys, and if you do it, only under the surveillance of an adult!

P.s.: I feel really proud of myself. Only two lessons of Polish and I ordered it without problems! FUCK YEAH!

Supercena!

Una cena que nunca olvidarás.

Spanish humor. I had to do it...

P.s.: "cena" in Polish means "price".

Tram inspectors are real!

Warsaw looks great at this time of the year. The weather is nice during the day, cloudy, windy from time to time and fresh during the night (well, "fresh", I'd say it's cold for me, but let's leave it like that).

I thought inspectors in trams and buses were a myth, that they never existed, that nobody ever saw one before and you could only see drawings and pictures of them in old books and stories for kids.
Maybe it was destiny, but I just met one of them after two stops. Those guys wear in black and at least this one was big enough not to discuss the reasons why you decided not to buy a ticket.
Good thing I had mine with me!

After following the instructions in a map my friend gave me, I made it to university and went to the International Relations Office. The bad thing is that they close on fridays, the good thing is that they attended me.

Now I'm waiting for the answer of the owner of an awesome house at the south. Crossing my fingers. We'll see how things go.

Linguistically... I keep trying to learn new words, and I must say this language looks like invented in a way so foreigners will never learn it. There are more exceptions than rules (way more).
But this is just making it even more interesting. I accepted the challenge and I'm going on with it!

BUMMMFITCHH

The flight was good and calm. Faster than it was supposed to be. We probably got some wind from the tail helping the plane fly at higher speed, which is good considering it was already delayed.

For some reason when I fly people never sit down by my side. I was next to a window on the left side and I bet the only free seat in the whole aircraft was the one at my right side.
Whatever...

Before landing I realized something interesting. Warsaw is full of antennas with blinking red lights. People I've talked to think it's for aircrafts, so they can see them, maybe for helicopters (maybe they're made of chocolate!). But I keep thinking it'd be better if the lights were green, since it's better in order to be seen from the distance, plus lots of city lights are red! I must find out WHY there're so many of them in this place.

So I landed and waited for a long while to get my bag back. Surprisingly there was a sign saying it's forbidden to bring drugs, porno magazines and obscene publications into the country. I wonder what would happen if the authorities checked everyone's "New folder" folder in everyone's laptops.
Ba dum tss!


BUMMMFITCHH!