I had gone and got my hopes up that I might limber myself with a savory stout, but I was mistakenly anxious. I nearly cried. My dreams had been dashed on the cobblestone streets of Old Town Krakow.
Disclaimer: The remainder of this post discusses, in some graphic detail, the horrors of Auschwitz-Birkenau. Subject matter is likely to be disturbing to all readers. Actually, it should be. Consider yourself advised.
Add a quiet stream in there, and it’d be golden. No pun intended.
The Polish Home Army had long planned a resistance against the occupying Germans to take back their city, and at this point in the war, the Germans were on the defensive, beginning their rapid retreat back auf Deutschland!
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