Gordian discipline

I set out today in Łódź. It’s now six in the evening, and I’ve only made it to the edge of town. The E75 is like a Gordian knot, here. But—unlike in Greece—one with tons of traffic. Back then, Alexander the Great sliced through such a knot in order to free his chariot. Oh, If only I were on the Alexander Highway back in Macedonia—then there’d be some hope….