Poland makes me think of , aka the Komissar. I wish you were here! Then we could have adventures beyond watching the confusion late at night in the funky 24-hour grocery (aka “vodka shop”) when their check-out server went down whilst the lady was scanning my fizzy water, and had to be reboot — at which point I observed they were running Red Hat. In Polish. It was great, all the way around.

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