Because Warsaw was beautiful - and the robbers in Krakow

Although the weather changed from 24 degrees to 10 or less in 4 days and Warsaw welcomed us with the coldest wind we have had in Poland, I think this city is very nice and clean. Not that clean is usually something I specially appreciate and not that Krakow was dirty. But already in the train station we got this quiet comfortable feeling of walking to the hostel and loving the hostel and walking to the center and finding it very pleasant.

Or maybe because when we left Auschwitz, near in Krakow, we didn't have the greatest feeling. Auschwitz wasn't good itself and this was very good. !Because Auschwitz is not meant give a good feeling - note that they don't make profit with it, it is free entrance - you can actually cry there when you imagine that life. I though it would be great to have actors playing the role of a prisonergroup, working and being hit. But this would be to much of a carnival and only americans would turn a concentration camp into an amusement park.

So, the concentration camp was all destroyed by the Nazis when they found out they were about to lose the war. So what you can see in Auschwitz I are mainly reconstructed buildings that have been turned into a Museum about the Holocaust With photos and explanations and hundreds of glasses, shoes and other stuff from the prisoners and you really get the feeling.

But because we are laid back and we were hungry before we got into the Krematorium we went to look for some pierogi or borsch or any other polski yummy food and we ended up in a horrible empty fast food place were I ate fast food borsch. I have bought some Borsch soup powder and I am sure it will be better than that. Anyways, before we started eating M found out her wallet had just been taken out of her bag in that precise moment by a couple of dressed up guys that were sitting right behind us for no longer that 5 minutes. So we run out of the restaurant and he pointed this man dressed in black that was running. His friend dressed in white wasn't running but took the opposite way. This is confusing now but at that moment it wasn't a confusing desicion - I just wanted to reach the man in black and then I would make up something to tell him. So he was running and turned around the corner and I was running and turned too. M went to take the phone so she can call any useless institution and I went on running and saw the man stop behind a black 4x4 car parked 60 m away in that empty industrial area outside Auschwitz. When I was about to reach him the man in white passed by in front of me and run away, further than their car (it seemed their car) but the man in black was still there, talkin on the phone.

I approched the man and asked, screamed a bit, that he should give me back the wallet and keep the money. Then he looked at me. I wasn't really there, I was just acting out of adrenaline reactions and instinct, so it ws difficult to find out what was logical to do. And what he did was giv me back the M's wallet. I opend it and everything was still there. The money was still there too! So I asked him what did he want, what did he take, I seemed to have turned crazy and he came out pointing his head and and saying 'hospital-hospital' 'whatdo you want??!!', 'I am crazy' 'crazy, sick'.

After 1minute like this, I couldn't understand and for some reason he started coming closer to where I was standing -that is at least 2 m from him- so I started walking backwards and I kind of woke up and thought he might have done that to leave my sister alone in the empty restaurant with her big camera. Then I run back and on the way I found M who was coming to reach me and said I was all white screaming 'the camera!'.

Back at the restaurant I wasn't hungry. The camera was still there and my sister was alright. We thought that was very good comparing to what could have happened to us.

I though it had been very good comparing to that time in China when I started yelling crying completely full of rage against the chinese when I discovered that my bag had been cut to take out my wallet.

And so we all were moved after Auschwitz and we are all quite happy after Warsaw with potato pancakes with cream and cranberry sauce waiting in the fridge for tomorrow's breakfast.

And monday we are back in warm Barcelona and more things happening!

tour en un Peugeot per Saint Ettienne i Lyon

Sopresa parcial en adonar-me com de facil es fer funcionar el bitllet interrail -pel que diuen, fora d'espanya-. Que vols agafar un tren? Hi puges, t'hi asseus tan còmode com l'aire condicionat ho permeti (tant per massa fred, com per inexistent) i després si cal ja arreglaràs comptes amb els revisors. Despres de dies de mirar taules i horaris a internet, tot queda mées clar un cop a l'estacio, amb pantalles al davant.

Si enumero tot el aue he visitat de Lyon y Saint Ettienne i voltants, segur que riem una bona estona llegint els noms en francès, si me'n recordés, és clar. Per als que no ho saben, aquest teclat francèes és diferent. Té la A on la Q i el punt sota SHIFT+punt i coma. Es desconcertant. He vist el zoo de lyon, el centre de la ciutat, esglesies monuments y 2 rius que s'ajunten. A Saint Ettiene, una presa d'aigua molt gran, un antic castellet, una platja en un llac perfecte per al nostre picnic, el centre, unes places molt acollidores, les genials obres arquitectòniques d'un tal Corbere (no, el nom no es aquest... pero de primer Jose). Una esglesia bunker de formigo, un estadi i un super bloc de pisos amb una escola al capdamunt molt ben pensada.

Tot aixo i El Museu d'Art Contemporani, que m'ha encqntat de forma excepcional, i em podria haver agradat més sino fos perque els empleats del Museu em perseguien assegurant que havia tocat un parell de les escultures (havien vist a la càmera, dèien) i que estava prohibit. Mai no m'havien escridassat tant en francès! I menys per una cosa que no fos fer fotos a transeünts (ü?). La transeunta aue si que mha escridassat obligantme a esborrarla de la camera per jocs de tecles encara roman guardada per a aue algun dia la pogueu veure vosaltres també.

L'Mric un guia incansable aue es coneix tots els millors llocs i totes les dades i que respon a totes les preguntes, com a la rocio li agrada.

Uns 3 euros de la reserva em permeten estar segura que demà, a la 1 del migdia sortire de la Gare de Lyon de Paris, on m'hi estare un parell de dies més.

L'aventura continua amb bon humor i aquesta recentment apresa serenitat, tant poc tipica de mi i tan comoda, en realitat.

Au revoire! Je te'n prie! Je non compris pas français! Ques que tu veux pour le petit dejuner!

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altres casualitats minidesastroses

la millor foto que hauria fet en mesos va ser impossible per que la bateria de la camera va durar 5 segons menys del necessari. Petita depressio superada i a correr pel camp.

Un llac aue hem visitat, el pare del M i el sant d'avui comparteixen aquest nom txec impronunciable. Misteris, -pero una mica millor que la tempesta hagi acabat.