I've got the entire place to myself tonight. They gave me a key for the front door. Some young kids (brother and sister) playing on the puddly dirt road outside said dzien dobry to me and then asked something in Polish. I responded in English and they giggled but didn't understand. Even the market cashier was helpful when she realized I was a foreigner. Feels good to be treated like a special guest instead of an unwanted nuisance. Doesn't matter how cultured the surroundings are, if people suck then the place sucks. I'd rather be in Podunk Nowhere if that's where people appreciate me.