Winter is coming. Phil the groundhog entered the burrow, announcing that winter will be this year… and you probably already know what it will be like. We are being played.

Regarding the political situation in Poland, a poem comes to mind:
And it was like this.
The stork was scratched by a starling.
And then there was a change
and the starling scratched the stork.
What results from this change?
Who was more scratched?
And so it was.
The stork was pecked by a starling.
And then there was a change
and the starling pecked the stork (..)

Perhaps the parliament will soon change from pecking to pecking, but will it bring anything good to our homeland, to us… Is there a chance to end this stupid dance?

Somehow I still don’t feel like going back to finishing the Lockheed 14, but I’ve been tempted to add a tripod to the Hotchkiss rifle I made. The work has already started and it looks like I will spend some time on the eye-pleasing but tedious to model “squiggles” of brass elements.