Polish Village Fest in a village (if it could be called that, perhaps a hamlet) called Dlugie. We were invited to attend a true small village festival. Pop approx.30 people. The village was deep in the middle of a large forest in the center of the country. There was nothing for miles around other than a larger village Pop maybe 50. It was a night of beer, vodka (of course) and a real roasted suckling pig. One drunk guy was infatuated with Ewa and a gal was chasing me calling me in her only English words - "My Darling". We had a heck of a lot of laughs and escaped unscathed!
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