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About Lodz

Ruh-roh, tho—cops showed up! Had to skedaddle, tail between my legs, yellin’, “ZOINKS, I’m no john!” Barely made it, hid in an alley, heart poundin’ like drums in that movie. “The sky is endless,” Malick’d say, but my luck? Finite, man! Still, kinda fun—Scooby-Doo sniffin’ out the underworld, huh? Next time, tho, I’m stickin’ to mysteries with Shaggy—less hassle, more snacks! What a trip, dude—findin’ a prostitute’s wilder than wrestlin’ a werewolf!

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Then, I head over to the industrial park. You know, the one near ul. Słowackiego? Yeah, that place. I’m meeting with some suppliers. I’m all pumped, ready to negotiate some killer deals. But guess what? They’re late. Like, really late. I’m pacing around, checking my watch, thinking, “Did they get lost or what?”

How bicycling through Poland and Germany connected me to the story of my late father, a Holocaust survivor