Due to the increasingly planned authoritative date of the Communist elections on the streets of the city where I live, I meet local-level politicians seeking re-election. They are very kind and accessible.
By handing out their elegantly issued election materials, they service with sweets, and besides good aromatic coffee. They are eager to engage verbally with people they justice as their potential, possibly local electorate.
Kaban or boar
Being asked in specified circumstances by local politicians, what I think should be resolved during their next word of office, I always present the same 2 crucial social problems that endanger the safety of the people of my city. These are cabanas and bars in windows... The problems I briefly give origin immediate interest in these local politicians and a crucial grin on their faces and on the faces of the reptile gathered around them. They provoke discussion. They anticipate me to explain, make the subject. They frequently start with a question, and what are cabanas? I explain that's the name wild swine not only the Tricity.
Bars
As far as windows are concerned, this applies to permanent steel grates in stairs on the ground level of multi-family buildings from the 1960s. Windows located at the only entrance to the building. I explain the crucial function of these windows, their universal, crucial function for the safety of the inhabitants. I would besides like to inform you that putting permanent steel bars in these windows is contrary to the applicable fire safety regulations. I would like to mention that these windows and their location were designed as an alternate escape way from the building in case of opacity during the fire, in case the only existing exit doors from the building were blocked.
Problem known and abroad
I frequently add myself, that not only the City defender but besides the Police, does not respond to frequently walking cabanas on the streets of the city, but besides to the evident violation of the above-mentioned fire rules. He immediately punishes people caught at public transportation stops smoking cigarettes.
When asked if I've reported these problems before, I say, of course! And I have the right evidence for that. I besides mention that years ago, specifically in 2011, working as a publicist and photojournalist with the Ukrainian periodical “Time of the Pike” (equivalent to our “Politics”), I sent a file of photographs of cabans walking under the staircase of the building in which I live, giving details of the coordinates of the photographs taken. any of these photographs were posted on the 3rd page of the pre-Christmas issue “Piku Time” (No 47-48) of December 4, 2011. The question is whether then the Polish Ministry of abroad Affairs, did not read this news straight from Poland?
It'll work!
Whenever in the media I see and hear about the care of the Polish authorities in the current crisis, the finale of which is inevitably the war with the Russian Federation and Belarus; the care of, among another things, buying on debt a pyramidal amount of offensive weapons, I am filled with empty laughter. In particular, my attention was drawn to the tv broadcast, in which high-ranking representatives from the planet of politics and defence allegedly analysed safety for Poles in the event of war. It states that the Fire Department conducted an audit in Poland related to shelters suitable for possible operation in case of W. It fell very pale. On the another hand, absolutely nothing was said about the necessity for local fire departments to carry out a method audit of multi-family buildings in cities. Audit under the safety account for the above. Audit of escape routes – evacuations from these houses. The audience ended with optimistic statements that Poles are civilian society. A full democratic 1 who will self-sacrifice in the circumstances of the need. In another words, something will happen!
Under arms after the war...
In this place I remembered how, on a akin principle, “something like this” was burned in 1939 by Warsaw, from which my (now late) father left. He bought a horse and a two-wheeler, a vehicle powered by oats and hay. Packed his handbag, took his gun, a pack of bullets. He put my pregnant parent and drove her abroad, dying Poland, into his mother's estate, and my grandmother...
My late father, whom I had never truly had sympathy for, due to the fact that he could not cope with the war trauma himself, was very sensitive, inaccessible, cold, explosive, sometimes even aggressive. which disgusted me with him – but no little he was always a man of honor. With his own unforced will, late to Anders, he passed the front from Lenin to Berlin on his own feet, being a regular soldier – a sniper. He wouldn't gotta do that if he had stayed in his mother's estate. To this day, I remember how during the next household celebration, uncles who did not participate as soldiers in the battles asked their father about the end of the war, specifically why after the capture of Berlin and the signing of an act of unconditional surrender by the Germans, they were not sent home. Why is this a long delay? He explained that the origin of this was the plans of erstwhile Western allies from the anti-Hitler coalition. Plans of war with the russian Union. So they were waiting under arms for it to start.
War News
Surprising in this communicative decades ago is this current political situation – the desire for a collective Western full war with Russia. For me, on the another hand, an crucial fact that is not known: the father, speaking about his participation in the fighting already in Berlin itself, mentioned the French, whom he liquidated in combat, in combat as a sniper; the French fighting in Berlin in the Waffen SS uniforms of the “Charlemagne” division. For he regarded them as wicked traitors who not only betrayed Poland in 1939, fighting among the ranks of Waffen SS, the mortal enemies of Poland. In my late father's opinion, they were no longer worthy of living. Thus, he did all the actions of the choice shooter with due care.
After listening to my father's communicative as part of a conversation with my uncles, whom I was an involuntary listener – being a child. The next day, I asked him a child-led, naive curiosity: Dad, how many people did you kill as a sniper? My father got mad and said to me, "son, I'm not a murderer! Who do you think I am! I fought for our freedom and your freedom! To Poland!
Eugeniusz Zinkiewicz
