Spring 2024 - Recrudescence

“Mrs. Vogel Doesn’t Need a Visa”

hugging her as they parted.

And he called the next morning.

A week later, Zoriana received her new passport.

“Terrific!” said Ernst into the telephone. “What do you need

to be able to travel to Poland?”

“I’d have to buy a tourist voucher, it’s not expensive. With

one of those, I think you can stay for up to a month.”

“Perfect. Get one of those vouchers and, on Friday in a week, use it to travel to the city of Zgorzelec. It’s on the border between Poland and Germany. Its German part is called...”

“Görlitz,” said Zoriana.

“That’s it, sweetheart. You’re very knowledgeable.”

“I’ve been diligently studying the geography and history of

your country.”

“I love your diligence.”

“And I ... you.”

“Also terrific. You’ll arrive at the station in Zgorzelec. I checked the time table of the Polish railway, there’s a night train from Przemyśl that arrives there. Bring enough things with you for a month...”

“What do you have in mind?”

“Trust me. You know I’m an adventurer, but an honest and

sensible one.”

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