Speak - there will not be a visa? Europe after all - not in the visa centers, but in the minds. True - not in all. And for Europe to go into as many goals as possible, there is not enough visa-free travel. You need to do something with your heads..

Sister and her husband decided to go to Krakow by car. Briefly about crossing the border with Poland: kilometer queues, consisting of those who stand along their lane and those who travel on the other side of the lorry - on the counter. On which, in turn, from the Polish side to us cars come in. Those who follow the rules of the road - stand for hours and wait their turn, after which they are deployed and sent to the end of the alternative queue, standing on the opposite lane. At the same time, there is a third implicit streak along which cars are carried in one direction to the other. In Ukraine - those who crossed the border from the Polish side, from Ukraine - those who trumpet rides for grandmothers in a cap for the inspector. In short - the standard for our country's logic: honest - stand as a loser. You want like everyone else - go on a meeting and break it. You want in a quick way - drive along the roadside and prepare loot for acceleration. In this - the whole essence of our reality, which by all its principles makes you violate.

At the same time, there is not a single pointer, no instructions or explanations - none of this is present. God forbid you are not local and not aware of all these wolf laws - you got. Pogrants absolutely do not decide anything. While the cars of the "chosen" cattle are missed without a queue, all the others stand in kilometer queues without any lumen. To the question why without a queue, they answer: "You can not get yourself into any trouble ... hochet - wiklikayte politsiyu. "But everyone silently stands and misses assholes without a queue, so here we have the people.

The border itself is not the border of two European states, it is the border of India and Pakistan. Unless the ceremony of changing the guard with the bullying of the feet above the head of local border guards there. And so - all the other rituals are met: a lot of shuttles, asking for a car with a baulk, dogs, slums in the middle of piles of garbage. At the very border - pieces of paper from the 90s, running between booths, some stupid rules, gloomy people in the windows. And the Polish border troops, arranging breaks themselves when they want, accumulating in the sump of 100 cars. And on the road from the Polish side along the roadside are our people with bottles of vodka and packs of cigarettes in their hands, trying to sell them to those who broke through. That's how we go to Europe.

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