I’ll do a big writeup of what happened in Poland, with pictures, and post it in PDF format later. That way anyone who wants to read it can and anyone who does not can easily skip it.
I visited a milk bar, ate pierogies, ate kasha, got stuck twice in train station toilets (once having to climb over the top of the stall door to get out), and bought 18 books at the Auschwitz gift shop for just $140. The exchange rate is great. Having to lug the 18 books around (plus three others I bought elsewhere) for the rest of the trip was not so great. Michael magnanimously offered to carry them in his suitcase at first. But the Airbnb we stayed in on the last night before we left for home was a fourth-floor walkup (that was really the only thing wrong with it) and it took him fifteen minutes to haul his suitcase up the four floors, cursing me and the books the entire time. After that we put half the books in my suitcase and half in my backpack, and thus I was able to get them home.
A lot of things have inevitably happened in the missing persons world in my absence. That’s for my next entry. In the meantime, check out today’s Executed Today entry: Sally Bassett, an elderly Bermudian slave roasted alive on this day in 1730 after she tried to poison her master and mistress with “white toad” imported from Africa.