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I decide not to hit any more alcohol just yet. Marek mentioned something about a delivery, and I’ve already had one beer. I don’t know what the drink-drive limit is in Slovakia, but I should imagine it’s lower than in the UK. Most places are stricter than in the UK, and back home a pint and a bit will put you over the limit. I stick to orange juice.
Within about five minutes of being back down at the bar, the conversation returns to the job.
‘So, you interested in delivery work?’ Marek finally says, having skirted around all sorts of topics until then: the weather, Australian culture, the women of Bratislava.
‘Yeah, I reckon so. If you can put up with me not knowing where I’m going for a while. Oh, and I don’t know how the driving licence rules work. I don’t have an EU licence,’ I s
