Last Christmas in Katowice, Poland I met a girl named Megi Szu and Lola in a Polish pub called Presja. They are Polish but they used English names. Or half English.
Szu = shoe
Megi = Maggie
Lola = Lola
We sat on an old couch with plastic flapping in the wind. We talked about rice patties and being wet. Megi Szu lived with a man in Nepal. They both told me about getting wet. It was a mysterious wet. I learned a lot.
Here is a wee excerpt picked up by Thought Catalog: