She’s in America studying European history because her native Poland was “suffocating” her.
On arrival, she did a short stint in Santa Cruz, waking up at 5am every day to work in a bakery.
She recounts the ritual of riding to work in a downpour so vividly; I get chills from the timber in her voice alone.
With understandable caution, she wont let me take her picture. Just this month someone tried to mug her on her bike.
“Riding a bike is just like a relationship,” she says, “your in the honeymoon phase now, but just wait until winter.”
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