Old city wall out my room window in Brodnica. Hellraisers tear-assing down the streets with tires screeching, the usual evening pastime here. So many women have doodles on their skin, and even more guys do. The walls also have doodles all over them. A lot of stereotypical American white trash behavior has its origins in Europe, interesting.

Got refused laundry service again, despite it being listed as an amenity at this property. Everyone does their laundry at home here in rural Poland. Lots of refusals here, sullen defensive refusals. Some people walk about with eyes so hooded you can't read their expression whatsoever. Open curiosity is rare; most people avoid eye contact for more than a split second. Only the young lovers and a few blessed souls have an aura of happiness. Unlike America, nobody feels uncomfortable or unsafe next to a silent moody stranger here, nor is there any urge to smile and say "hello" to someone else for merely being nearby. It's when I try to engage people that they become rude in an aversive manner, the same way you'd react to a pestering drunk trying to chat with you.