Each time we see Marcin, he has a gift of some kind. Which usually involves alcohol, though the early morning apple cake from the bakery is also most welcome. Today he has a bottle of ‘special alcohol’ from Greece, where he recently visited. Greek vodka, he laughs, if you can believe in such a thing! This is in a mineral water bottle. Don’t leave it by the bedside at night, he says, in case you get very confused. He explains that it is some special kind of spirit made by young children as part of a festival. You know, it smells like the glue that I used to put together my Airfix plastic model kits. It is an acquired taste. We agree to stick to Patryk’s homemade, which may or may not be classified as vodka but has the taste of oranges and reminds me more of the Peloponnese than Pomerania. I ask if this is perhaps Nalewki? They raise their glasses and laugh and toast our health one more time. Drink, this is good for the legs. He is a fan of salsa and after sushi we will later go through empty streets and icy fog to a rehearsal at Klub Contrasty. Sunday night was for pleasure, he says, Tonight is lesson.
