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The trip to Rome and Warsaw was phenomenal. No offense to Italian espresso or Polish tea, but it was good to get a cup of Joe from DD on my layover in Chicago.
Back to Kraków for a moment. On our last day there I got this idea into my head that I would buy an old voluntary Socialist militia motorcycle helmet. I saw two pizza delivery guys ride in them. The helmet kinda reminds of the old Italian style dome helmets and thought it would be a perfect Sunday drive retro gear. In front of the hotel was an Army surplus store, which to spite me was opening late that day.
While waiting for the store I decided to walk around a bit and ended up finding something much more interesting than the helmet a few blocks aways. Located in the area of town known as the Old Kleparz (after a village that used to be there back, back in the day and has been incorporated into city proper) was an outdoor market with all kinds of local products. Some of the stands were in more permanent buildings, or something we would call trailers in the States, but the middle of the market was dominated by wares displayed on tables under more or less roofed walkways. The stands were more or less organized into areas according to the kind of merchandise they were offering. It wasn't unusual then to find a number of stands next to each other selling exactly the same thing at exactly the same price. This applied to merchandise such as vegetables of course, but even to slippers or kitchen wares.
Here's an example of four tables selling cheese. I was surprised to see that nearly all of the customers had an allegiance to a particular vendor, beelined straight for them - some even had rather personal conversations throughout the transaction. I asked the cheese ladies if I could take a picture of them and while they all agreed, one of them tried to hide under the table - she's the second one from the left, only the top of her head is visible left of a lamp post.
A stand that surprised me offered sleeping gowns to women. I couldn't think of a less sexy way to display these articles and the color scheme has reminded me "it's a boy" "it's a girl" "it's a (we don't know, let's get a yellow one)" baby clothes.
Finally on the way out I finally hit the jackpot - old man vests. Phil this one is for you. Now we know where they come from.
I ended up briefly checking out this club in Mitte, one of the cheaper and more hip areas of the city. The artists played a mix of electronica music supported by an accoustic guitar, spoken words, and videos projected onto them and a white screen behind. The dance area had room for about thirty people, who added a surprising amount of atmosphere and energy in spite of their small numbers.
After the club I ended up at a house warming party. Hours later, this is what was left of the balcony, which was prolly the cleanest place in the house at that point.
Finishing the night was Till spinning some electornica...
... and making fun of the past. After talking with him the next day, I was glad to discover that young Germans very much look forward to the future and see a unified multinational Europe, built when the older generations, those from the war, those from the Soviet era, and those from the Soviet era opposition finally leave politics.
After staying up the whole night, the next day I went with the people from the party to an electronica festival out in the fields about an hour outside Berlin. I was pretty excited as the drive in the second gen twinkie van took us on the autobahn through beautiful countryside. However, as we were getting close to the place, we kept driving around corn fields on unpaved roads, making me slightly concerned we might get stuck and have to walk back at night to the nearest town. When we finally got there and the guys deployed the VW with an efficiency equal only to the speed with which they've lost their shirts. The area was a huge field surrounded by forest and bordering a small beach and a lake. Before the music started we were hanging around on the beach drinking beers and catching some rays. To my surprise many of the people there were naked. However seeing nude as the law of the land and not having a bathing suit, I followed suit and jumped in the water. :)
Finally on the train pack to Poland I got a shot of these storks, a Polish symbol of homecoming after a long, exhausting journey.
One of the original attractions was an oscypki stand. Oscypki are smoked ewe's milk cheeses, traditionally made by highlanders in the Tatra mountains. Recently oscypki have been included on the protected regional food list of the EU, meaning that they can be produced only in a specific region. At this stand one could buy a small oscypek from the grill with some cranberry jam for a buck. The smoked skin remained relatively intact, while the inside of the cheese was slighlty melted. Together with the cranberry jam this is one of the best snacks I've ever had.