You know, sometimes life sits you down, offers you a coffee, and whispers, “Kid, pay attention.” That’s been my week here in Poland. I’ve been here almost seven days now — seven days of feeling like I somehow stumbled into the Turkish chapter of The Godfather, except instead of mafia business, it’s fashion, perfume, and entire shopping malls being run by the coolest, warmest people you can imagine. These folks? They share everything — food, shisha, laughter, advice, maybe even their last ciga...
