After returning from the silk trail, I was sure of two things - I don't want to settle in Warsaw. And actually - so far "settle". The grayobure days effectively lead me to the depression, and the hunger for bicycles in winter is badly affected by the brain and waist. The second desire is to screw a "riding" screw a bit. To catch the context, please refer to first and other part of the history of my life on the way, cycling.
