I’ve been over in Poland for the last few weeks and so far they haven’t kicked me out . Not that they would kick me out . I keep a low profile . I have learned my lesson and I don’t , almost never , talk to strangers . One time I tried to help an old lady carry her suitcase down the stairs at the train station and she screamed bloody murder . Lucky for me there didn’t seem to be any police personnel immediately available . I got several accusing stares as I walked away a little embarrassed , unable to explain in their language my faux paux . Okay , once in awhile I slip up . So sue me .

Last evening Ada and I were sitting at an outdoor table at a tiny coffee shop in the city . We had tried several other places…