“I’m looking for a woman named Grazyna,” I said to the receptionist of our motel in the north of Florida.
“Is she the one with the fantastic accent?” the young receptionist asked, before quickly adding: “They all have fantastic accents.”
A short while later Grazyna and Hania and I sat talking on the front terrace.
“Where y’all from?” a guest exiting the office asked.
“Poland,” Hania said.
“So how come you’re the only county over there doin' things right? France and Germany are just allowing the Muslin invasion to continue.”
Hania and Grazyna sat mostly silent while the man ranted, in part because they disagreed with his assessment and in part because they were in shock that a bigoted Southerner knew about their country and its nationalistic government.
