Waiting for a Face Transplant so I can Say, "Wdzydze Kiszewskie"

Wdzydze Kiszewskie is in Kashubia on the Baltic coast of Poland. There are lakes, windmills, and an open-air museum of Kashubian history. It is beautiful, and has its own language, which is neither Polish nor German.

A Polish friend remarked that he could not believe that a place with such an impossible name could exist. It is pronounced V-D-Z-I-D-Z-E   K-EE-SH-E-V-S-K-Y-EH.

I am in a queue for a face-transplant, so I so as to have the necessary facial muscles to say, "Wdzydze Kiszewskie" with confidence.