We were probably around ten colleagues in town this evening. For the second day in a row, we ate soup stuffed in a loaf of bread. It was just half good yesterday – and not much better today. It was called something else on the menu, but it was the same. Possibly the bread was even harder today.
After dinner we went to find a place where we could continue the evening. There is nothing sadder than empty nightclubs. The disco balls swings, the music goes in a loop and the occasional lonely, sad soul sits alone in a stained sofa with an umbrella drink.
– Do you want to go to a nightclub? I know a good place – said a guy we didn´t know. Come on! Come with me!
A bell should have rung when it turned out that he had a guy outside in a minivan with tinted windows. A bell should have rung when we noticed we were on our way out of town. It should have rung when he asked if we had cash. It should have rung when he said that the nightclub only took cash. It should have rung when we stopped at an ATM in the middle of nowhere to withdraw cash. It should have rung when we finally stopped, went out and registered that we were in something resembling an abandoned neighbourhood with almost no working streetlights. A bell should have rung when we were led down a long basement staircase. But it didn´t. The best nightclubs in Kraków are clearly not in the city centre.
Billy Bronco is telling you 