It is damn near impossible...
Yeah, been through that. Marry an Italian. It is easier. Poland excludes through bureaucracy. They make it difficult because Poland is a protectionist society.
When I got married, I paid this one and that one to get a stamp and got sent across the city to another office, then they wanted me to come to court and then they said the paperwork wasnt correct. It went on for a year. Finally, we went to Copenhagen and got married in 3 days.
It is a shame because my wife wanted a church wedding.
Poles do not hate foreigners, but they do resent them. I remember I applied for a job in a bank, and they said, to my face, "Maybe you are a spy." No one is more paranoid than a Pole. I swear they keep records of every conversation you have with them. And they keep them for years. I went out with a Polish guy once and we had some beers. Two weeks later he called me and he said, "You owe me a beer because I bought one more than you did." Now, that would be funny if he wasnt serious. I laughed and he asked me why I was laughing. He also went on to say that I owed him 15 PLN for using his mobile for an incomplete call only because my battery was dead. I never spoke with him again.
I lived in an apartment building with about 8 apartments. In the adjacent apartment was a Scottish girl and an American girl. One day she came to me, the American girl, and said, "You know, the landlord came to me and said that I was causing a problem with one of the neighbors. I asked what I had done, and the landlord said, 'Well, you owe her a piece of coal.'" It seem the American girl was trying to start her heating and the lady gave her piece of coal to prime the system. Well, after a few day she wanted it or a similar piece returned. But I guess any crazy old lady can be like that.
I do remember going into a bank once and trying to cash an American Express travelers check. One small tiny bit of the corner came off in the book. I mean it was as small as it could be and still be noticeable. The cashier called an associate, and the associate called the manager. They all examined it for a few minutes and they looked at me several times and at the check and at me, and finally they said, "We can accept this, it is damaged." I called them all idiots in Polish as best I could at the time and stormed out. I regret that. I was just being a frustrated foreigner. They really didn't understand what I said. My Polish was really bad.
Living in Poland can be frustrating if you are accustomed to fast service. The customer is hardly ever right in Poland. But Europe is like that in general. Shops and banks have been sitting there for years and they know that if you live in the neighborhood, you probably have to come there. They do not consider it a favor that you shop with them. They consider it a favor that they are there for you.
Love it or leave it.