Thus Spoke Sassafras

 prologue (foreshadowing)  ‘Remember when we were digging the crates in that vintage shop? and then as we paid for the things we bought, the shop owner invited us for a cup of tea?’ asked oli.  ‘yes i do, why?’ responded adam.  ‘Are you, by any chance, familiar with the Proustian moment?’  ‘No, what’s that?’   ‘Well, do you have any recollection of what type of cake did he serve us?’   ‘yes, it was a madeleine, wasn’t it?’   ‘damn right, i had a madeleine moment back then. it comes from Marcel Proust himself, a moment of memory influx when you smell, touch or come into contact with something and it just reminds you of all the things associated with a certain period of time’   ‘mind me if i say good friend oli, that you’re being random as fuck. why would you be reminded of that right now, russians are on our asses, and it’s likely that this whole queue will turn into a fucking stampede. we have to focus and get to poland, do me that favor, will ya?‘ shrieked adam.  ‘all right! but just