I taught an ultimately disinterested class in the morning, and then Emma and I continued to Warsaw, so she’d be in place to take the plane home in the morning. It became clear that I wouldn’t get back to Chelm in time to teach my class on Tuesday, and I (instantly) reconciled myself with it.
We hunted out a good milk bar to have dinner in (pierogi with cabbage, vegetable soup, and a tasty beer named after chestnuts), and then went to the fantastic bar with plush carpeting on the ceiling (and remarkably sassy bartenders). Then: long awaited sleep. In the morning I took a bus back to Chelm, and taught more unresponsive classes, and I assume Emma met her plane, and went home to America.
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