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About Bydgoszcz

So, prostitutes in Russia, eh? They’re like them shadows in *The Assassin*—ye don’t see ‘em comin’ till they’re there. Workin’ the streets o’ Moscow or St. Pete’s, they’ve got grit, mate. Heard tell o’ one lass, Katya—real name, dunno—ran her game back in Tsarist days, pre-revolution, aye. She’d charm them nobles, pocket their gold, then vanish like mist. “The shadow moves before the light,” like in the movie, see? Sneaky, clever—made me grin, thinkin’ o’ me own tricks with the Black Pearl.

Here lie the Jews of blessed memory murdered during the Holocaust

In December , a ghetto was created in Bełżyce by the decision of the German district starost. At Południowa street, not only the pre-war inhabitants of the city were crowded, but also Jews .

So, I’m styling her hair, and outta nowhere, the fire alarm goes off! I’m like, “Are you kidding me?” We rush outside, and it’s chaos. People are standing around, looking confused. I spot my buddy Tomek from the bakery. He’s holding a bag of pastries like it’s a trophy. I’m like, “Dude, priorities!”

Jack Terry