Poland with a map
When I boarded the plane to Poland one early Saturday morning little did I know that there was much awaiting me in this magnificent country. My destination was Wroclaw and that was a name which I tried figuring out pronouncing, by listening to colleagues in Bangalore who have been doing business with this region for years together. None of my preparation got me ready to what I was to face when I landed here. 22nd June 1220 is when the tiny propeller plane from Frankfurt landed in Wroclaw. A driver with a white placard which had my name in a completely different semantic order was craning his neck to figure out who this person was. The name was strange enough and longer still: Francis Adappur Asha Mary. It took ME a second to recognize myself so I won’t blame him at all. We walked together to his taxi and our journey to the hotel turned out to be quite pleasant as he spoke German. I was ecstatic at the opportunity to show off my akcent-frei Deutsch. Forget what I said; but I said it wit...