My cousin Michal

If you go back to the beginning of my blog in the summer of '15, you will see and read mention of my cousin Michal, Henryk's grandson.  He drove me to Przemysl, through the Carpathian Mountains, and to a desolate train station in Hungary that continued a journey to retrace my father's footsteps.  In the summer of '17, he took me wherever I needed to go as I gave a talk in Bochnia, my father's hometown.  And now in the spring of '19, he arranged a meeting with a major Warsaw publishing company to translate and publish my book in Polish.   Michal arrived by train Tuesday morning, just as our lost bags arrived, and we met in the hotel lounge with an executive from the Publishing company.  Lengthy translated discussion proved quite productive, and we left with an agreement in principle to update and translate my book in Polish.  The book would be sold in over 150 bookstores across Poland and receive significant promotion, including a major Expo in November.  From day one, Michal has always been there for me, a true testimonial to the power of family.  After the executive departed, we felt a need to relax and celebrate with an afternoon pivo.
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And now we are ready to continue the journey.  In a few hours, we will depart for Rome on a military plan for a weekend of activities to celebrate the 75 year anniversary of the Anders Army historic victory at Monte Cassino.