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Poznan, summer 2006
Stansed, London
Moments before the departure
"Tellin' ya, they think poland is somewhere in Russia!"
Waiting at the (new) Poznan Airport
This is the airport. 5 flights every day, and a parked car.
How to stop smugglers
Dominik Nowacki, my Virgilio
Magda, Dominik's wife
Too hot, the cat decided to die
We use clothes in London, they sell it in Poland
Magda and Suzanna
Poznan International Fair Trade, pretty much my second home
The might Ratusz, built by italians, obviously
Me in the plac
Dominik is quite important, it seems
Here it is, pretending to work
He loves to mark his men
Some sort of elimination chamber
I'm very impressed
Ul. Grottgera, 8/4
Suzanna and Pior drinking Coke!
Michal, soon a priest, talks and drives
Skoki
Piotr shows his skills
The Meister too
Aren't those shorts a bit... gay?
Olaf and Marcin
Going to the lake
Smiling and touching
Gin + Tonic: how to spend an evening
Ula and husband
Michal improves the place with an italian flag
Everyone relaxes before the food
Ula is quite surprised
Dominik dances (well, sort of)
The whole table eating the food cooked by me and Dominik
Geography lesson 1. Nice countries in Europe: Italy and Poland. Forget the rest
Ognisko time
Like a real caveman. Fire, stick and food
Cooking over the flames
That sausage is a bit too hot
Perfection
Ula offers me a flamed potato in the middle of the night
The next day the flame is gone and now there is a grave. I wonder who we ate yesterday.
More grilled meat. Death to vegetarians
Sausages!
Marcin helps Dominik look better
Dominik in his shocking orange shirt
He drank too much yesterday
The boys: Marcin, Zybisz, Dom, Olaf and Michal (with a camp combination of clothes!)
The wives and me
They all love the Meister
The whole band
Suzanna and the italian flag.
Archoniowy Football Club
Pilkarsy Klub Grottger
Marcin after the match. I know the feeling
Some consolation trophy
This is a nice quote. I wonder who was the genius who wrote it
At the airport, Dominik still pretending to work
The last cappuccino in Poland