Death and Discopolo

A few years ago I was rambling around Katowice with a friend of mine when we passed a pizzeria. “We shouldn't go in there,” he said, though we had had no plans to, “It's the home of the Silesian mafia.” The Silesian mafia? That sounded overdramatic. And it was. But not entirely.

You don't need me to tell you that Poland was a different place in the 1990s…