CHAPTER 13 – JOANNA
WARSAWShe lay on the sofa in her small living room relishing the thought that she could stay in tonight. She’d made no arrangements with anyone and the long blissful hours stretched out in front of her. There were no bigger decisions to be made than which takeaway to order or which favourite from her black and white film collection to re-watch.
Not so long ago, there had been Friday nights when Joanna’s phone would ring incessantly with friends wanting to see her. They would demand that she met them in town to go to a gig, or to a bar, or if it was warm, just to wander up and down the bank of the Vistula searching for a good spot to have a few drinks. And she enjoyed these nights out. She would wake up on a Saturday at midday, like many people in their mid-twenties, h
