Cześć. (Part number 1 is here)

We are all Polish in the Republic of Dominos, even the minority who talk a quaint dialect called Icelandic.

“Where are you from?”

“pO’land.” with a soft entry p, a high round ‘of course’ sound on the O and and a shrug of the mouth shoulders on the land like ‘did you expect a different answer?’ By far the most common response.

Only a few answer differently:

Aftaka asked me to go undercover. To get inside one of Iceland’s major occupying corporations and write. I nodded and found myself biting my tongue on the edge of a massive table in a Powerpoint training session.

When people think of soda, they think Coca Cola; when they think of cereal, Kellogg’s; but when they think of pizza, one word, my word, my faceless name standing on their doorstep with a great big grin should oozingly manifest: Dominos Pizza.