254. The entry-exit book.

For the past 2 days, my wife has Swiechna listened to the conversation between Jan Peszek and his daughter Maria, and I overheard. The fact that a large actor frequently speaks as I would say, even my tongue is akin to mine, has a very good temper. Of course, in matters available to me, due to the fact that I will not compare myself to his artistic language, I will not pretend that I always knew what he was talking about, even erstwhile sometimes these were large events in the planet of art, but I was just doing something simpler to not say simple. However, as far as social issues are concerned, any of Mr John's statements could have just as well come out of my mouth, and in any cases I might even have said that I thought so once, but I have worked it out and I know better ways to solve the same problems.

I besides had a kind of déjà vu erstwhile the actor recalled the years of commune and his worst crises at the time. due to my age, I couldn't remember it so in detail, and yet Peszek spoke, and I saw it and I knew it was true. Especially erstwhile he talked about Łódź, which active 1 of the top traumas of my childhood. Parents (obviously not to give a crap about me and my brother) decided to decision there (fortunately unsuccessfully), while for me Łódź, Zgierz, or Ozorków from that time, are symbols of cities – curses for all child. There were most likely worse cities, there was Wałbrzych, there was advanced Silesia and Zagłębie, but I knew Lodz. So, yes, even if Peszek exaggerated something by skillfully building emotions, I was the 1 who was showing that film. That's right, it wasn't crap that I would paraphrase the conviction from "Talk at the cutting of the forest" Tim. But that's not what hit me the hardest.

Jan Peszek told how, being an active anti-communist activist and paying a advanced price for it, he entered into a won freedom and from where he got from Solidarity in the face. Without consulting him himself, he was incarcerated in the authorities of the university, whose erstwhile authorities were carried out in wheelbarrows. erstwhile he came there, he was greeted by cheering, and he already knew that the same people would spit on him erstwhile he left. Why? He did not intend to take the position, and not only due to the fact that it interfered with his artistic plans. He just knew that at this point his independency as a human would end. He had a nose, due to the fact that actually, erstwhile he left, any of the late cheering countrymen spit on him (I realize that not literally, but verbally). Poland!

Grzegorz Ciechowski – Don't ask about Poland

I immediately identified this incidental with another, later. There was the summit of Smolensk paranoia after the crash and the PiS authorities decided to make a political-fiction movie about it. The director, Antoni Krauze, put Marian Opania in the lead role, but only in his head, due to the fact that the actor refused and..., of course, fell victim to the hate, due to the fact that I don't know if you know, but in Poland everyone is fucking with the actors who are fucking around, so as Józek Ass from the Makoshowy mine wants him to play Kaczyński, he has to play and now! It is simply a very interesting national trait, that any pee-pee gives himself the right to snort actors, due to the fact that they are supposedly fucked up, but if I only take it and remind you that erstwhile drinking on a barbecue or at a ball game kicked alternatively does not support art, it turns out that I despise average people, so delicate hearts have Poles.

This Polish hearts of sensitivity are eagerly utilized by the media, spinning bullshit on hearts. There's more clique, sponsors slam doors and windows, you can put individual on the table. Money doesn't stink. erstwhile the biggest surprise of the French Open tournament, Maja Chwalińska from Poland qualified for the finals, the biggest Polish portal for information was to put on the front page the title “Gierty was pointed out by the mistake of Mai Chwalińska. it will have a duty." It was Onet of course, and the same title was besides included in the athletics Review. I don't know who was the first, who fucked/ reprinted from whom, but the full point is that Gierty only corrected Mai Chwalińska's statement, dispelling her fears that she would gotta pay taxes on money earned from the tournament and in the place where she earned it and in Poland. Mr Giertych recalled that France and I have a double taxation agreement, so Mrs. Maya will only pay in France. No, but the header “The Guilty has pointed out Mai Chwalinska’s mistake, she will have to...” went between the delicate hearts. And what the hell, Gierty's large and makes quite a few money, and he has quite a few enemies, so you can throw him fat in his mouth. And just don't let any Woland compose that half the haters read the title. Do not despise people!!!

Wiesław Golas – In Poland we go

Returning to the Polish tradition of hatred after rejecting unwanted honours. I hatred wedding parties. I don't feel well in a crowd of strangers who are willing to full integrate. In my life I have only been at six conventional weddings and 3 modest wedding receptions (without weddings with room, orchestra, DJ, etc.). It's not adequate to make rules, but I have any insights. I noticed, for example, specified a game, called the “MOTTLE”, where the noble, already full of traditions, catch the individual standing in front of them and those standing behind them catch them. Catching rules are unclear, any hold hands, others hold arms, and others, where they are caught. And so the created snake moves in a wobbly step through all the wedding halls, and what is more annoying, the participants of the snake effort to force those who do not want to do so, e.g. me. And here, too, it turns out that I'm the naughty one, and I despise large fun by refusing. But that's not the best wedding I remember. After the alleged "eyes" there were witty games in Polish. It's any kind of traversing of an egg through a man's pants pant, which is performed by a female and another frivolous competitions. usually the look on my face caused the recruiting competition participants to like to avoid me with a broad bow, but I had an accident erstwhile that a drunk guy tried to pull me over. I let him get out of the chair and erstwhile I was most likely standing on my feet, I pushed him by saying "fuck off" in an blameless half. seemingly I did it besides hard for him due to the fact that he landed on his ass, got up and left tired. In 1 minute everyone forgot the incidental and returned to “fun.” Not everyone has that much determination. any girl tried to explain to another stalker why she couldn't compete. There has been a phenomenon of “all look at it”, a rather large group of sadistic pleasures in forcing others to do unwanted activities, it lasted for 2 minutes of embarrassingness, after which the girl did not go anyway, but she was the bad, disdainful good fun. And you had to fuck the guy right away, or at least throw a pint of beer on his head. In communication, it is crucial to usage a language that is understandable to the other!