Since the previous header contextual (my god, has it been nine months ?!) was so well received, here's one for the current :
Unrelatedly : During the 80s In a small Polish village, a young man starts work in a shop where a very old man is also working. The two strike a warm friendship, centered principally around the young man's botomless curiosity about the world, and the old man's endless stories about his travels. About half of these consist of various tales of the endless richness to be found in Moscow, the copious food, the abundance of gold and silver, the hordes of scantily clad women...
After saving for a few years, the young man takes a trip to Moscow, so he may take in all these wonders with his own eyes. Upon his return :
- You told me that there is a lot of gold, silver, food, and beautiful women, but all I found was ugly, cold poverty!
- Who took you there ?
- Travel agency, with a guide and everything.
- Yes, well.. I went with Józef Piłsudski, in 1920.