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Bloody Hell - I can’t get out of the building… Out of water and an empty fridge this morning I really needed to go to the shop, but it looks like either someone has broken the main door to the building or (less likely) someone in the dead of night has finally fixed the god-dam lock and failed to give me a key. Anyway, there’s no bloody handle attached anymore so the door is either locked or simply closed, and, for a useless foreigner like me, devoid of a handle it might as well be closed for good. Add to all this, the fact that my personal translator isn’t on hand (Dominika picks her moments to stay over at her parents [insert nervously smiling smiley here]) then I’m well and truly f*cked! Yup, what with my pathetic grasp of Polish, I’m quite simply impotent without her at times like this… POMOC I think the word I need is - who knows? SHIT– H E L P