Shattered Glass and Silver Linings: A KAFO Story

She had taken a job with Bella GoodCake, helping in the kitchen, delivering sandwiches by bicycle, and doing whatever else was needed.

The Clean Entry — Catching The Third Wave

If a new wave of cafés had already arrived during my visits between 2007 and 2010, it slipped past me unnoticed. I wasn’t yet tuned to its frequency.

Walking into it felt like entering a small, bustling theatre where everyone except me already knew their lines.

You weren’t there to linger. You were there to take part in a ritual that had existed long before you arrived and would continue long after you left.

Gruby Benek — another thoroughly Polish company named, so I was told, after a fictional chubby chef.

And when you go somewhere every week — especially when you’re a foreigner in a city where foreigners were still rare — you get noticed.

So I stood by the door, doing my best to look as though this was how I preferred to travel.

The occasional tannoy announcement — delivered in a tone that suggested I should already know what was being said — drifted across the platform.

... two people repeating “Wi‑Fi” at each other like confused parrots.