On Saturday, I drove to a tiny store in a tiny town in Warsaw to buy coffee milk. In specified shops the atmosphere is family- everybody knows each another and laughs. erstwhile I went into the store, 1 guy in his work clothes complained,
- K...a, I've got work to do for today. I'd go for mushrooms, not so drunk.
The woman behind the counter said:
There are no mushrooms.
– I'd love a beer.
I was reminded of the mushroom expedition my Institute organised in 1984. We left on a rental bus at 4:00 in the morning, drove 2 hours. We barely got in, The gentlemen from the workshop pulled out the bottles and each 1 had a clean bottle. The mushrooms were inconclusive, I collected a bucket, but the gentlemen on the promils collected twice as much.
I'll admit I haven't collected any alcohol mushrooms yet, but I gotta effort it next year, due to the fact that I found only 5 mushrooms this year. Not a very successful 2025!
Michał Leszczyński
