In the flood of electoral promises, I miss something special. We know everything is important, 8 hundredpluses, fresh elevators in a large plate, Polish carrot of German lidle, pills for free... It's obvious, it's huge.
I'm missing something... something age-old, any buckle clipping all these temporal electoral benefits.
I miss that... trumpet. Yes, the trumpets. Trumpets at a funeral, which is an inalienable constitutional right, to which the Polish State would confirm its concern and presence with the citizen not only in moments of temporal consumption, but besides in the last way.
The free package presented solemnly with the death certificate would include: the first brigade, ode to joy, barge, life are moments and pride.
Of course, Dear Denat could choose what he wishes to hear on specified an crucial day for himself and ZUS, without always seeing a decently spiritual family.
For an extra, inexpensive fee, any curious individual could choose what, e.g. the road to hell or long live prom.
Amen.
Maciej Eckardt
