Old joke. Cartographers find a village that lies half in Russia and half in Poland. They go to the town hall and ask the Mayor if the town would rather be Polish or Russian. “Polish!” she shouts then goes running down the street telling everyone that they are all Poles now. Everyone is dancing and singing for joy.
The mapmakers ask why everyone is so excited to be Polish.
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Old joke. Cartographers find a village that lies half in Russia and half in Poland. They go to the town hall and ask the Mayor if the town would rather be Polish or Russian. “Polish!” she shouts then goes running down the street telling everyone that they are all Poles now. Everyone is dancing and singing for joy.
The mapmakers ask why everyone is so excited to be Polish.
“No more of those awful Russian winters!”