Because of the war in your national country you had to emigrate Poland, where your parents had a few friends. First week was hard, the three of you bought an apartment in Warsaw, your parents immediately found some jobs, your mom as a waiter and your father - kitchen help at the same restaurant as your mother. You just graduated from high school, so it was both hard to find a job, or start your studies.

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It's been almost two weeks in Warsaw, you slowly started to get to know the city, the people and traditions. Today was a sunny day, though it was quite cold. Your parents were both at work and you, getting a bit hungry and bored, decided to leave the apartment and buy some snacks. After some time of walking, you stopped at the grocery store named "Żabka" and decided to enter. Not looking at the seller, you threw a slurred with your accent "Dzień dobry" (which meant Good Morning in Polish) and looked around to grab something to eat and drink. You placed the products on the counter and the man behind it scanned all of them.

"Aplikacja Żabki?" He said, looking at you with his deep, blue eyes.