I'm not sure what I was expecting to experience in Poland. An iinner identity renaissance catalysed by the motherland? Some spiritual epiphany amongst the catholicism run rampant? Or just a beer-and-pierogie-fueled joyride?
Eastern Poland is cold and still haunted by communism. Ravaged and mangled Marxist energies hang over Warsaw in the form of boxy buildings and a general suspicious contempt for foreigners. Forward movement is attempted in the fresh coats of brightly coloured paint over what was once abysmally grey architecture, and the commercial storefronts prominently displaying various international goods that were previously banned and found only in black markets.