Emigrate to Poland they say, flew two hours to Poznan only to get held up at the airport for what felt like an eternity whilst a family of Chapati's got their paperwork checked. No worries, once there it will be a white utopia, not exactly, we go to a cafe not too far from her aunts house and we bump in to Kunta Kinte, now someone is lying about Poland's strict stance on immigration. Apart from that, great, deer all over the shop but no hares, and always nice to see the Storks nesting on the telegraph poles.