So I get to Katowice, say goodbye to Cainna and Linda, and trek out into the city to see what I can see in my two hour layover there before attempting to get to Zilnia. Immediately after leaving the train station, there is a sign for a McDonalds (weird!), and I figure that it’s probably a good indicator for where there may be some activity (even though I have NO intention of eating there…ever… again, Polish or otherwise! :- ): After a good hundred yards or so, I was right, and there was a bustling little town business district with many modern little shops. I also noticed a group of people huddled around a write-board, handing out literature of some kind, and talking with people in little groups. If you’ve ever done “open air evangelism”, you know it immediately when you see it, so as one of the young ladies walked up to me and spilled a string of Polish, I smiled, as usual, and told her that I either spoke English, or (in Russian) Russian. “Oh!”, she said with an American accent, “where are you from?” I told her
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