<div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">TARNOW</span></strong><br/> <br/>(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/add4/e9e9ol3h6i5f8tx6g.jpg)<br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;"></span></div><br/><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;">• Jr.’s ‘Pad’                                                                  • Krakowska St., Tarnow                                            • U’s Loft<br/></span></strong><div align="center">________________<br/></div><br/><div class="floatleft">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/0d06/edp7l4ylbdz97uv6g.jpg) <br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Ari Warcaof </span></strong> <span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"> </span><div align="center"><strong> <span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Businessman <br/>(of sorts) </span></strong></div></div></div><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;">It’s good to see our friend.  We both knew he had talent, that music was his forte and that he would succeed.  It turns out to be useful as well that we have had no contact with him.  He doesn’t seem to mind and is as outgoing as ever.<br/><br/>As we walk into his place, “how did I know your place would look like this U?  No decorator, right?” <br/>  <br/></span><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;">I am happy to have my school chums here.  Ari definitely gives the thumbs-up to the place; that’s good.  “Royalties helped get the place, although with media developments those are down to a trickle.  Now it’s travel and perform.”<br/><br/>“Niemen, rest his soul, bought loft too—different style, his son, ‘Junior, inherited it; didn’t inherit the talent, but did the loft.  He’s still wandering, but a nice kid.  Should be delivering the person of interest shortly.” <br/><br/>“Peter.  I couldn’t help notice the limp.  Arthritis?  All that rugby we played, taking its toll?” <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;">Ari compliments Michal’s loft and I nod agreement.  Could one compare his music to hi place?  I wonder.<br/><br/>I search for a clock, something to indicate the exact time.  It would be rude to just look, but Jaclyn is clearly on my mind.  There’s some reassurance when ‘U’ endorses Jr.  <strong>“What?  Rugby?  No, not so.  If you can believe it, I was stabbed in the leg, the thigh actually.  The setting was quite a fashionable Berlin restaurant.”</strong> <br/> <br/><br/><br/><br/><br/></span><div align="center"><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;">Quiet this one.  Just one question, I nod, yes U is Michal.  As we drive, I look at her.  Yes, she is pretty.  Small, still.  I take the longer way through town to Michal’s.  We drive by “coffee place”, . . . “doo-knots, sweets” . . .   (smile) “dinner”.  We drive farther, “my place” and “now at U’s.  I take bag, yes?” <br/></span>