Legalized

One of my favorite places in Warsaw is the Department for Foreigners at the Mazovian Province Office. Not because of the lines, the lack of air or the extremely unfriendly employees, but because it's one of the most multicultural venues in the city. As I was quietly waiting to get my hands on the document that finally made my stay in Warsaw legal, I met the following people: brother Jonathan and brother Joshua, spreading the word of God and being annoyingly nice and extra talkative, Fernando from Spain who has his own business in Poland and who looked disappointed when I told him I wasn't exactly interested in natural leather bags, a Nigerian law student with perfect abs on display under an absurdly tight I heart Poland t-shirt, five Koreans who had just moved to Warsaw and, wisely enough, decided to have the official papers sorted out without delay, one Japanese lady who seemed very confused and overwhelmed by the pile of documents she was carrying and a very charming French gentleman with his lovely and much younger Polish fiancée.

It was pure bliss to hear Polish spoken with our wonderful foreign accents and even better to finally be legalized :)

And then...it wasn't so much fun anymore, as El Santino and I returned to the office to find this right outside the window:

Later, on the way home, we almost ran over two children and a nun and we had a rather unpleasant encounter with a bus. These days, walking might be a safer option. Actually, the only option.