In December I was invited to a party in a Polish Hearth. The building was immaculate, with white doves dangling from large pines and shots of gorzałka being sent every quarter hour. The flavors change, sometimes hazelnut, sometimes elderberry. These are some of the circumstances that you can find yourself in, in these large cities that boast complexity …
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