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 cigarette if you asked nicely. Never in my life have I met such smooth operators. Classy. Relaxed. Loving. Like if Mario Puzo wrote a story about Istanbul, but accidentally set it in Kraków.

And me?
I’m no business shark. I’m not the guy who negotiates million-euro deals with a stare. I build things. Solutions. Ideas that turn into websites. At least that’s what I believe I do — and this week, under the neon lights of Polish bazaars and the scent of 47 different perfumes in the air, I built leonlounge.com v1.0.

Let me tell you, whatever was online before… mamma mia, let’s just say it looked like it was coded by someone who had just discovered computers existed. What Leon Lounge deserves is a place that feels like the real thing: great music, people who treat you like family, the atmosphere of being at home even when you’re not. So I built it — version 1.0, humble beginnings, but at least now the internet won’t think Leon Lounge is a garage with WiFi.

Of course, even a man living the high life needs quiet moments. Actually, to me, they’re the most important ones. There’s only one sound I truly want around me — the voice of my son, Liam. And let me tell you, the kid could scream into a megaphone and I still wouldn’t call it noise.

So today, I’m outside smoking a cigarette, minding my business, contemplating life like some budget philosopher. Out walks a dude — head to toe in purple — looking like a royal grape who just escaped a Pixar movie. He sits next to a shopping hall with a massive sign over him that says “Base Camp.” Upstairs? A VR cinema. Downstairs? A VR playground. Poland suddenly turned into a real-life video game hub.

And I’m standing there thinking: Life is glitching.
Like someone merged my real world with a digital map and forgot to mention the update in the release notes.

Funny thing is:
You better be careful what you wish for.
Because when life starts giving you exactly what you asked for — adventure, connection, meaning — it also starts asking you, “Alright kid, what’s next?”

And honestly?
I have no idea.
But for the first time in a long time, everything feels aligned… like the universe just dropped a quest marker at my feet.

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 cigarette if you asked nicely. Never in my life have I met such smooth operators. Classy. Relaxed. Loving. Like if Mario Puzo wrote a story about Istanbul, but accidentally set it in Kraków.

And me?
I’m no business shark. I’m not the guy who negotiates million-euro deals with a stare. I build things. Solutions. Ideas that turn into websites. At least that’s what I believe I do — and this week, under the neon lights of Polish bazaars and the scent of 47 different perfumes in the air, I built leonlounge.com v1.0.

Let me tell you, whatever was online before… mamma mia, let’s just say it looked like it was coded by someone who had just discovered computers existed. What Leon Lounge deserves is a place that feels like the real thing: great music, people who treat you like family, the atmosphere of being at home even when you’re not. So I built it — version 1.0, humble beginnings, but at least now the internet won’t think Leon Lounge is a garage with WiFi.

Of course, even a man living the high life needs quiet moments. Actually, to me, they’re the most important ones. There’s only one sound I truly want around me — the voice of my son, Liam. And let me tell you, the kid could scream into a megaphone and I still wouldn’t call it noise.

So today, I’m outside smoking a cigarette, minding my business, contemplating life like some budget philosopher. Out walks a dude — head to toe in purple — looking like a royal grape who just escaped a Pixar movie. He sits next to a shopping hall with a massive sign over him that says “Base Camp.” Upstairs? A VR cinema. Downstairs? A VR playground. Poland suddenly turned into a real-life video game hub.

And I’m standing there thinking: Life is glitching.
Like someone merged my real world with a digital map and forgot to mention the update in the release notes.

Funny thing is:
You better be careful what you wish for.
Because when life starts giving you exactly what you asked for — adventure, connection, meaning — it also starts asking you, “Alright kid, what’s next?”

And honestly?
I have no idea.
But for the first time in a long time, everything feels aligned… like the universe just dropped a quest marker at my feet.