Yo Kebab
It’s a strange time to be Indian in Warsaw. Half the time, I feel like a celebrity; the other half, I’m just trying to explain what 'aloo gobi' is. You’re walking around, and people are looking at you with this intense curiosity. Is it my new North Face jacket? No. Is it because I’m the only person on the tram who is clearly not stressed about work? Probably not. It’s because in Warsaw, you’re exotic, and they’re trying to figure out if you’re a Bollywood star, a tech genius, or the new manager of the only proper butter chicken place.
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