In ING bank Katowice. Hoping to poo soon in Poland.
There is a lot of pork in Poland . Some chicken. Very little beef. Sometimes fish. I am not really a meat man. I am fish man. A fish meat man.
Ewa is trying to close her account from two years ago. They take over two pounds a month for nothing. They are trying to convince her not to close . There is a lot of talking in Polish and the woman sounds very official. This has been going in for 20 min. I wonder when the lady will give up and let her close her Polish account. I am glad I am not there speaking broken Polish with my dictionary. It would take a very long time.
I want to release three days of polish kielbasa. Then I want to eat a polish donut . Maybe today we will go to downtown Katowice for real coffee. We have to find a place to buy a bus ticket. Everything is orange here in the ING waiting room. I am not sure about orange. I am learning how to type notes on my iPod in Poland. This us one of the notes. I still don't have a smart phone. Maybe I will get a smart phone in 2014.
Sent from my iPod 10.41 AM. 27th August 2013.
At PKO Bank Polski. Ewa is transferring a building renovation savings toddler scheme into brothers name. It might take longer than ING bank. It is a polish bank. There are a lot of stamps and it is run in the old way . Before the fall of the wall . Or the parting of the iron curtain. I once had a bank account here at Pko bank polski. When I lived in Poland in 2007. In a smallish town called Rynik. One summer rybnik made their own money. It was rybnik money. Rybnik is related to fish in Poland. So it was a kind of fish money. Fishy money.
It took almost an hour to open my bank account at PKO in the little town of Rybnik. There was a lot of stamps and pages and pages of signatures. It was all in Polish of course. I had no idea what the Polish old ladies were saying. It takes a lot of work to do anything official in Poland. It takes even longer in broken Polish.
I ate at a milk bar every day in Rybnik. Meat, potatoes, carrots. Fruit drink with old fruit called Kompot. I like Kompot.
We have left PKO bank and are walking into the estate. The estate is called Manhattan. Two old men just walked by with a pram full of empty cans of beer. They are probably going to sell them to get full cans of beer. Another old man is at a fence cooing at chickens with a little girl. There are mothers on the playground with very tight jeans. They have solarium baked bodies.
Sent from my iPod. 12.59PM. 27th August 2013.
-- marcus slease
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