Lunch with the Polish

Last weekend (middle of may) my three body guards took me to a Polish lunch to eat real Pierogi. Ricardo and Felipe a learning Polish and they are heaving this lunch once a month at the Polish Church. They (the three boys) did make some fun about me being German going to a Polish lunch, but I am already kind of used to this kind of joke. Or say, I do not care any more to show my disapproval. They don't understand why Germans get so jumpy when making jokes about our past...

And we actually had a very good time, although I only understood half of what was going on. My polish is not really existent, so I stuck to smiling to everyone. Something I learned during my exchange year. It always works. So did it this time.
And as you can see: we ate some nice Pierogi and other tipical Polish food, prepared by real Polish Brazilians ;-)

And these are two of my bodyguards (or "the Court" as some friends refer to). Looks a little bit like they are "fofocando" (talking about other people). Cesar, the one with the blue shirt, just CAN'T believe what Felipe just told him.

And Felipe goes on spreading whichever cool news he has to spread. While Cesar is analyzing who else he could give his valid information to?

After dinner: singing. In Polish of course, what did you think?

Felipe, me and Cesar! Taking care of me as always ;-)
Thank you guys! You are really special.