Just found myself in a café (I don't think I really needed that espresso – it was enough to hear them say the price: well over a tenner! [in the local PLN] to wake me up), after – apparently – a good few hours on a stray tram that originally was supposed to take me to Ząbki, but managed to reach the little-explored end of Puławska St and, disappointed, made its way back to Plac Konstytucji; fortunatelly the one in Warsaw.
But most importantly – I had to revise my mature - and naive, it turns out now - view on humankind: when I checked my pockets, they were still full of all sorts of cash!*.
*Actually, I'm wondering now: where did that cash come from? Had my prejudice against people been that wrong? Or I had simply earned the money and just happened not to have met anyone on my way?
(the painting by Ria Hills, via dailypainters.com)
