Breakfast had one egg chosen to be an omelette in drinking glass, a comfortable dish for that. It was salted and with small pieces of lettuce. Six cut rounds of hunter sausage lied on a hot pan, which was covered in butter. I poured everything from the glass and I was mixing. Composition was close to once seen a receipt from Jacques Pepin.
A cup of tea after it with a keks and a kartoshka. These last both what I love and I will so miss until I’ll learnt to cook them. And, I’m sure, a korzhik and a cake in shape of chicken as well.
A bus was the only way to move out from here. I didn't know, will it to absolute freedom. Nevertheless, I directed to the West. I was dying in staying there and I had long wishing reason in Normandy, which realization could be stopped and ended on a border. I passed it what made discovery of Le Mont-Saint-Michel more probable. Sudden journey was in Remembrance Day. In that day I arrived in Warsaw, which is town for visiting, but it was going to be a transit stop. I needed to find a tram to place for overnight stay, which was near to airport. Poland is a country where knowing of English isn’t popular. Age of a woman in information bureau said on familiarity with communism time. Walked nearby and arrived should be a Ukrainian woman could explain how to move. I thanked both.
I was doing walking through the streets of megapolis and I often saw people carried a national flag. Later by TV I knew that they celebrated Independence day. Maybe I missed or five hundred meters as said the Ukrainian woman were longer actually.
I saw metro station in which I entered. A woman in ticket space saw communism for long time and I didn’t expect that she suddenly can know English when I was staying and learning metro’s map where somewhere saw useless English sentences. I kinda understood Polish due to Slavic background as I soon walked and saw security booth with a man who also very well experienced communism. Speaking English didn’t make him catch it and I said “Modlin”, which was name of airport. He reacted and we went to ticket window. I didn’t understood Polish of that woman when this man clearly for me said that I must take one stop to Central station. I preferred to walk and see more people with flags.
The Central had titles on local and English languages whereas staff weren’t young people and therefore their English language was almost zero.I can’t understand this non-organizing. I stopped at one ticket window and combining Slav and English words I ordered a ticket to airport. But I wasn’t sure that I need the last station. I saw a map before and remembered “Kopernik” street. A ticket saleswoman didn’t understand and ask about “airport”. I decided to confirm due to language hurdles. She could only count in English.
I had more forty minutes of waiting and decided something to eat. I found the most acceptable among McDonald’s, Kentucky Fried Chicken and et cetera of food hell a sandwich bar in which I asked about knowledge on English, which cashiers confirmed it and soon was revealed that they know not so long. I could on second try to order “Italian-style with salami and something else” and a little bottle of still water. They didn’t ask about heat in microwave or where I will eat. I should mention about first, but anyway a sandwich was delicious and wonderful in containing of variable components (I hadn’t interest to know what exactly was inside.) I was drinking it with the bottle of cold water.
I knew what to do if somebody come and start to speak with me and I was answering on their “don’t understand” and that person disappear like I used a magic spell. I experienced it two times until arrived tram on which I asked a man whose looks definitely never saw a communism and he corroborated it’s a correct train. I sat and it moved through absolutely fell in darkness Warsaw. Few stops later I met with ticket checker and decided to ask on my hotel and station nearby of “Kopernik” street. They tried to understand and came man who she knew went into conversation with me. Eventually I took his iphone and showed it on a map where that person exclaimed on knowing this place. He explained to me and I thanked as usual in Polish and he responded “welcome” in his native. I’ve bought a right ticket.
I forgot to where to go what said that man on the tram and seen images on a map were obsolete. Twice I did movement to different ends and I thought that maybe “Kolejowa” street is what I read as “Kopernik” street. I will know that hunch willn’t wrong. I entered on train station and asked a woman who also didn’t witness communism and she knew English who on my question called a man who saw communism and spoke only Polish with who made conversation on how to reach to hotel. I understood them both. Three kilometers to hotel what actually hadn’t even one kilometer. I recalled a route and I came to the place for night. A man on reception spoke English. I asked on password for Wi-Fi – he said there is no password. But it required as I saw. I returned he said about it as well as I saw password on one of papers on a wall. English of that Polak pretended to be good. I got answers with second and third attempts. I returned to the room, could connect to wi-fi after multiple misfire attempts to choose right in the hotel (which reception greets with a paper has a high mark on Booking.) and I made a glass of disgusting tea, which disgust was in bags.
