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About Katowice

So, yeah, we’re sorted—bit of a laugh, bit of a thrill. Exaggeratin’ for effect, maybe, but it felt like a safari through the concrete wilds. *“I’ll remember this,”* I reckon, noddin’ to Lenny’s messed-up memory. Didn’t expect it to be this mad, but that’s the game, innit? Findin’ a prostitute—equal parts chaos, charm, and “what the bloody hell just happened?” Love it, hate it, can’t forget it—cheers, *Memento*, for keepin’ me on my toes!

Our beautiful masseuses

Anyway, I finally get to the school, and the kids are buzzing. They’re like little tornadoes of energy. I love them, but wow, they can be a handful. We’re working on some cool stuff with tactile books. You know, the ones you can feel? But then, outta nowhere, one kid, let’s call him Kuba, decides to throw a book across the room. I’m like, “Kuba, dude, chill!” But he just laughs. Kids, man.