begins before you board the train - I have recorded a very energetic and cheerful patchwork musical rhythm I am writing to Kate living in Szczecin - thanks to its hospitality while later I cancel my reservation, we have a youth hostel on the first night. We get to the Ada
compartment, and behind us with a huge backpack boy - after a while sits down, opens a laptop and an electronic wilderness łupankę.
- Probably will not interfere?
Loot, loot, DJ Tiesto, loot, loot. In Bożympolu Big change to bus station to Lębork in connection with the repair track after the recent accident. End of łupanki. At the station
there are three buses - the last story, so naturally it was to be directed, but Ada does not believe anything that we let you in to it, so it becomes in the queue to another - articulated. And of course he is right - fortunately in the end I manage to cram it. Two seats behind us sits with the boy band - met a friend and now gives. My friend apparently wants to fly to India but "our" has a better plan - has earned four thousand gold, want to buy a yacht, sail around Africa and reach India. Snortin laughing.
- It's like, buy a cadet and will be pushed under five knots Agulhas Current?
we go and hear only that the guy gives away, but I can not hear what.
- As will be getting out, then I ask him how he is going to do it.
not ask him. In Lauenburg, I note that at the end of the first-class wagon is converted to a double. So we are flying with Ada at the end. We go in search of car-free interval, when suddenly from behind I hear
- Girls, come here, is free space.
- This gentleman who intends to sail around Africa to India and swim - I ask, and at the same time committing the biggest mistake of my journey. Since the boy did not answer until the closing paragraphs of Szczecin. Along the way we learn, therefore, that swam in the same club, which we later worked on yachts on the Cote d'Azur, that he must catch the plane to Portugal. That for four years searching for some answers to their spiritual questions - in Buddhism and Hinduism, but really, it feels as a vocation and has credited a lot of Asian women and the negro, it will be preaching the gospel - how to live to see - even in space. With wishes that his mother already dead, he hopes to decrease (talked about this with the priest.) Have recently worked on the harvest of the grapes in France (though apparently at the same time lived in squat in Athens), that a lot of spring grass and reading science fiction books, but prefer to play on the computer. Well, that was in the psychiatric. The latter is not surprising.
When it turns out that he had to sleep in the same hostel, which has saved us from Barry, I feel like the first time in life, say a prayer of thanks to any deity, which for us at this time watched.
Evening with Kate is doubly wonderful.
First We get up quite late. We move to the shelter, the youth reportedly - average age 50 + in the room. Lord, we examine - or will be able to leave a window open at night, if we do not mind, they have moved our stuff, because zostawiłyśmy them in a place where they do not put things where they choose - or watch the beatification. On the table lies "xenophobe Explained - the French." We decide on the relocation of two - extra small, but we will not have to go back to 23ej the interrogation room. Instead of the parade
pierwszomajowego to Szczecin Blonia "event" to mark the beatification - resorted to the center. I feel like in the city after the atomic bomb - the streets are deserted, sometimes just passing a nearly empty bus or tram. After a while we meet at the end of a woman who directs us to the Galaxy:
- will go along the tracks, and ladies walk prościutko. Tory
break off after the first corner - dug street looks like after the bombing.
rest of your stay is a fantastic meeting with our friends and look great graffiti around town (I invite you to album "Urban Art" ).
On Monday morning we meet with Gosia - a girl he met in Lisbon ( post from November 27, 2010 ). Goshia comes with his lovely daughter - Rozálka (very much regret that I did not do girls photos, but I hope it will soon pick). Goshia resolute girl gives money to myself this could choose what to eat. Rozalka back after a few minutes with a set of toy.
- Corcia, but how do you have? I will not gave up so much money.
- Some paid the lady to me.
Goshia wraps with a blush, and Ada and I snortin laugh - you can see that the young can cope with life, you simply can not dislike her.
- But who is you? We'll take the coins - Goshia hollows.
- Oh Mom, I do not remember - Rozalka already runs the cutlery and ketchup. According to Ada
find that as we do not like children, so Rozalka already seduced us. And I promise
just never talk to strangers on the train ...
The story had started even before we got on the train. I had prepared a very energetic playlist and wrote to my friend Kasia who lives in Szczecin in a very good mood. Thanks to her hospitality we could resign from the reservation in the youth hostel that we had made for this day.
We packed ourselves to the compartment and some guy with a huge backpack joined us a moment later. He opened a laptop and started playing some electronic shit. ‘I don’t think that would disturb’ – he said.
Thud, thud, dj Tiesto, thud, thud.
In Bożepole Wielkie we had to move to the bus to Lębork – the railroad was under reconstruction after the crash that took place a couple of days before. Thud, thud was over.
There were three buses for passengers – the last one had the upper deck – so naturally I wanted to pick the one. Luckily Ada did not believe that they would open it for us and stayed in the queue for the second one. After a longer while I managed to join her. Two seats behind us was the guy from the compartment – he had met a friend and now was talking to him loudly. It seemed that “a friend” wanted to fly to India but “our guy” had a better plan – he wanted to sail around Africa and then reach India. ‘He’s gonna buy a Cadett and sail against five knots of Agulhas current’ – I burst out laughing.
Then the bus started and I couldn’t hear what he was saying anymore. ‘When he’ll be getting out I’m gonna ask him how the hell he wants to do that’ – I told Ada.
But I didn’t ask – in Lębork I noticed that the last vagon was the first class one but going as a second class. So we harried to the end. While we were looking for a free compartment I heard from behind my back ‘Come here girls, there are enough seats’.
‘So who wants to sail around Africa to India?’ – I asked. And the question occurred to be my biggest mistake during the whole trip – since the guy started answering he did not shut up until we reached Szczecin. On the way he informed us that he used to sail in the same club as us and then worked on some yachts in France, and that he needs to catch a plane to Portugal. And that he was looking for an answer to some spiritual concerns – in Buddhism and Hinduism but actually he feels that he should be a priest so after he will have sex with all the Asian and African girls he will be teaching gospels – even in the space if he is to live long enough. And that he wants to see his mother dead soon because he counts on the inheritance (but it’s not a problem – he talked to a priest about it). And that lately he’s been working in France collecting grapes (though at the same time he was supposed to live in the squat in Athens), that he smokes a lot of dope and reads Science Fiction books, though he prefers computer games. And that he had spent some time in a psychiatric hospital. This last part was not really surprising. When it occurred that he wanted to spend the night in the same hostel that we used to have a booking at – I was – for the first time in my life – ready to pray out of gratefulness to any god that was taking care of us at the moment when Kasia offered us her place. And the evening at hers’ was double fantastic.
On the first of May we got up pretty late and moved to the “youth” hostel. The average of age in our room was 50+. And ladies started checking up on us – if we would mind sleeping with the open window, if we’re OK with the fact that they moved our stuff because we left it in the place when they never do and so on. On the table we saw “Handbook of a xenophobe – Frenchmen”. We decided to move to the double room – we did not want to come back at 11 p.m. to the “hearing room”.
Instead of 1st May parade there was transmission from beatification on Błonia so we escaped to the center. The city felt like after atomic war – streets were empty and only an empty bus or tram passed by from time to time. After a longer while we managed to find a lady who we asked for directions. ‘Just follow the tram tracks and you will get to Galaxy’ – she said. But the trucks ended after the first bend – the street was under repair but looked like after the bombing.
The rest of our stay were meetings with our wonderful friends and searching for the fabulous graffiti (just check the “Urban Art” album).
On Monday morning we went out with Gosia – a girl I met in Lisbon ( read post from 27th November 2010 ). She came with her cute little girl – Rozalka (I’m just sorry I didn’t take any picture with them but I hope to change it in the near future). Gosia gave her daughter money so that the girl would choose herself what she wants to eat. After a few minutes Rozalka came back with a huge set with a toy. ‘Honey, where do you have it from? I didn’t give you that much money.’ ‘Some lady gave me more.’
Gosia turned red but Ada and I started laughing – it was obvious that young lady would manage in life and it was impossible not to like her.
‘But what lady was it? We shall give her the money back’- Gosia didn’t want to give up.
‘Oh mummy, I don’t remember’ – Rozalka was already running for ketchup and fork. With Ada we decided that although we do not like children – Rozalka made us fall in love with her.
And I just promise one thing - to never talk to strangers on the train again ...
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