You awake, disoriented, on a bench at a bus stop in totally unfamiliar surroundings.
Where am I, and how the hell did I get here?” you ask yourself, but you have little time to ponder the questions.
An old woman wearing a peasant dress and a babushka starts shaking you and shouting something in a somehwat familiar foreign language. As you attempt to pull away from her she grabs your shoulders forcefully.
"Na co sie przyda?" She pleads. "Czym moge sluzyc?" she shouts, as she shakes you roughly, demanding an answer. But you remember very little of the Slavic tongues you spoke with your grandmother as a child.
"Prosim!" "Dakujem!" you implore as you try to escape her grasp, but "please" and "thank
you" is not what she wants to hear, and probably not even the correct dialect.
Somehow, tripping and stumbling, you manage to elude the old woman. But before you get very far, two rough looking men wearing watchcaps and greasy windbreakers throw
an old fishing net over you.
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