Silesian Tracks : A Not So Typical Sunday Morning
When the new train doors hissed shut behind me in Gliwice, I rolled my bicycle straight into the back of a police riot shield wall. I was trapped in the dead zone between a tactical line and ten very hungover football hooligans. It was turning into quite a Sunday morning…”
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