<div align="center"><br/><strong> <span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">TARNOW TRAIN STATION</span></strong><br/> <br/>(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/c3a6/92fl24odppacxqd6g.jpg)<br/><br/>________________<br/></div><br/><div class="floatleft">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/1992/91qf4afj5djm73o6g.jpg)<br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><div align="center"><strong> <span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Michal – ‘U’ </span> </strong> <span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"></span></span><div align="center">_____<br/><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;">Musician</span></strong></div></div></div><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;">Two mates who I still recognize, even after so many years, disembark from the train.  I hug each.  “I have changed, but you two?  No, not a hair.  Unless you tell me that you lost weight.”  (Smile).<br/><br/>“Yes, all has been arranged as you two requested.”  I look to make sure there is no one eavesdropping.  “The freight should arrive in two hours.  It will be delivered.  Junior—he is reliable.  He will do that.  That is service is it not?” <br/><br/>I smile affably.  “What?  You two are no longer polar bears?  Do not look cold!  It is nearly 3 degrees.  And do not look at me that way Peter!  Centigrade.  3 Centigrade.  We can head inside to the station, warm and go to my home, yes?” <br/><br/></span><div class="floatleft">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/4474/fy1ijwqfvup45ew6g.jpg) <br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Peter Warcaof</span></strong> <span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">CGDA Benefactor</span></strong></div></div></div><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;">We’ve arrived at the station and if Ari is our timekeeper, we seem to be on schedule; he looks at his phone and nods.We exit the train and it is ‘U’!  A sight for weary eyes!  The effervescent musician greets us and confirms that, as far as he knows, the ‘freight’ is also on schedule.  Bravo that!<br/><br/>‘U’ starts in with some banter.  I catch only half of it.  <strong>“I’m sorry my friend I’m distracted.  The ‘freight’ is perishable and I am dwelling on that.”</strong>  ‘U’ nods sympathetically.    <br/>  <br/>  <br/>  <br/><br/><br/><br/><br/></span><div align="center">________________<br/><br/><strong> <span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">FREIGHT DELIVERY - TARNOW TRAIN STATION</span></strong><br/> <br/>________________<br/></div><br/><div class="floatleft">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/be43/3416mma013cjpun6g.jpg)<br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><div align="center"><strong> <span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Czeslaw Jr.</span> </strong> <span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"></span></span><div align="center">_____<br/><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;">”Junior” </span></strong></div></div></div><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;">I take a nip from my flask.  If there has been frost in the past week, warming from one’s flask is allowed.  Certainly, there has been a frost.  This I believe.<br/><br/>The freight arrives.  I see Szymon, my friend who works the yard.  He waves and swings open a freight car door with the grand gesture.  I smile and walk to it.  I re-read the note.  <em>Welcome to Tarnow.  I am to deliver you to friends.</em>  I can say that: “Welcome to Tarnow.  I am to deliver you to friends.” <br/><br/>She is shivering.  I smile.  “Zimno? Mam drinka.”  I repeat as best I can in English, “Cold?  Drink, yes?” <br/></span>