This Happened Here: A Saturday Night at Olof’s Place
It is a dark and stormy night: perfect weather for my current activity, which happens to be “sit in a potentially-haunted chapel with a group of 10, two professional ghost hunters, a historian, and an app that purports to translate spectral voices into audible speech.” Later, I will quietly complete a Duolingo lesson before midnight so as not to break my streak; a hard bench in a long-dead pastor’s home church will officially become the weirdest place I have ever learned Polish via an angry bird app.