The smoke is killing me softly

Tour now: Gothenburg. Next stop: Oslo. On Friday?
-Dear Morre, what is your most vivid memory of Warszawa this time?
-Smoke!

My god, they smoke a lot in Poland!
In restaurants, in bars, in taxis, in the apartment, in my lungs!

But I love Poland! I love strolling around in a different county looking at all the small differences. The small little pretzel stand outside the subway, the old ladies selling lilies to dating kids, the worn down blocks next to the super-modern shopping mall, the gangster rappers and the beautiful models of course!

I was in Warszawa for a reason: to start-up our Models-n-Shoots guy there.

Poland is a big country with lot of talented models, make-up artists, hair stylists, photographers, fashions stylists and retouchers. But they have crappy model portals with 90% bad "models" so the good ones get lost for the customers. The model agencies are few so a lot of Polish models are freelancing.
I hope they will find Models-n-Shoots to be a safer and better place to get job offerings and negotiate the salary.  Tomorrow our Piotr will start calling customers and recruit models needed. I am sure he will do a good job. He was nervous though. At a little negative as all Poles. So he took a smoke. :-)

I am always amazed about all the nice people I meet while touring. Since we have to save every penny  for the upcoming market campaign it is a very low-budget tour. Wizzair helps, but most important are people like Hiram and Poitr with room mates. They borrow me a bed or a sofa, we share meals and sit at the table with three computers working with coffee at the side and smoke stained air around us and jumping around are the mad cats. Then the lights go out. Another day in Poland. :-)

-Hi! Can I help you?
-Yes, I think my bus is trying to kill me.
The customer support guy at Volkswagen in Gothenburg looked strangely at me.
-You see that old crap of a VW bus?, I said pointing at the Longboard.eu bus, I think exhaust smoke leaks in to the ventilation system sending poisonous carbon monoxide to my lungs. I feel really funky in there after a while
-That does not sound good. Please come in tomorrow morning and the service guys will take a look at it.

So there you have it. If you take away the smoke from our tour, we are left with a crappy old bus full of camera gear and an emergency bed, friends with hospitableness and a mission to find jobs to talented people in five countries.

Wish me good luck.
And buy me a beer when I pass your town. :-)

Time for dinner with Hiram!

Later folks!