27Until that moment on the stairs, everything had gone smoothly. We’d picked up Lublin’s main artery at its western end, where Burger King faced Jazz Pizza. The restaurant names were spelled out in illuminated block letters and a gaudy haze of red and orange floated above the rain-slick avenue.
Following Stefan’s directions, I twisted through back alleys, carefully drawing in every turn on my mental map of Lublin Centrum. By my calculations, we ended up two blocks from the KLUB KAMELEON, hidden from view in a cobblestoned open area at the rear of a church. The structure was at least five hundred years old, designed in a style imitating Romanesque architecture. Its flat backside rose smoothly for thirty feet to the base of the spires. The battered stucco wall had a new coat of cream-colore
