We woke last night to a heavy knocking on the sleeper car door. The train had stopped, but I hadn't noticed until that moment. Before I could even open the door, a man in full military garb popped it open and started speaking some fast as hell Polish. Confused, I finally understood the word "passport" and scrambled for the backpack, whacking my head in the process. I laughed. We all laughed. Pain is an international language I guess. He taught us how to say "Thank You". Polish people are so goddamned nice.
We're way up in Northern Poland in the town of Gdansk. A lot of the buildings were built in the 1300's so of course they're incredible. Bombed-out neighborhoods still exist on the outskirts and we've explored one of those. There are 3 or 4 massive churches here, and at noon the bells battle for sonic dominance. Gothic mash-up. We're hoping to catch a boat to Hel in a few hours. Hel is a small fishing/beach town jutting out into the Baltic Sea.
Berlin was really fun, especially in the neighborhoods where Germans and Turks are living amongst each other. We were hanging out at a bar one night when some Turkish religious services got out, spilling big families of traditionally dressed Turks into the street. The scene quickly became small pockets of beer-drinking German hipsters awash in a sea of headscarves. Beautiful.
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