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An American studying medicine in the PRL 1978-1985: my story [142]
The melinaHow many of you are familiar with the pain and frustration associated with running out of alcohol just when the party's gaining momentum? You know,
people are getting relaxed. The awkwardness of unfamiliarity begins to melt as the Wyborowa is being poured. Each successive "na zdrowie" loosening stiff anglophonic tongues. Just as shy Americans begin opening up to their equally reticent Polish hosts, those awful, nails-on-blackboard sounding words "nie ma wódki" are spoken. Those who have been there know how immediate the deflation can be. What made things worse back then was the fact that all the stores were closed by 6pm! (I think the Pewex closed an hour later) making a quick vodka run impossible.
The Polish solution? The melina, which translates into den, joint, was an after-hours vodka shop run by fellow-students, located in your dorm. How convenient!!
Everyone knew where their melina was. His room number was common knowledge. Should you forget and had no one to ask, you could always go to the
portier, the lobby guy. He always knew who was selling.
The melina guy was the dealer of spirits when "just one more" was needed and you just had to have it.
You paid double but you didn't care...............I was so impressed by the business these guys were doing, that my roommate PT and I started our own.
BIG MISTAKE!
Most of the people who knocked at your door came after 2am, were stinking drunk, obnoxious and tried to stiff you!
Needless to say, our days as melina operators was shortlived................Chalk another one for experience.