Circumstances and times change position by turning Poznan into current paradise towns. I don’t want to be here.
I wasn’t succeeded with getting room and I’ve got discount for silence of that landlord. I found other and only wonderful offer, I filled it and I pushed on final button that I confirm pre-booking. It didn’t work. And it never activated in clicking again, page reloading and starting to fill again. I was eternal joke subject of Providence or, maybe, not as I started to assume later.
A laptop was glitching what was not at first day. I couldn’t load pages with rent places. I was in down mood. Heat of room enhanced it. I situated in stuffed room of two-star hotel. I changed it on eating place with more air for escape from talking neighbors to whom I knocked on a wall a day before, because they were loudly talking in time when I was going to sleep. I was still in down mood in eating room. I returned in the room, which a cleaner will never visit as it was in other Poznan hotels. I was recalling Larry from his first adventure who can die for not having knife when he’s tied by ribbons and a cleaner willn’t come for few weeks. Eating room was closed in my next intention to visit it. I came to table upper of radiator. It was uncomfortable as it was with sitting on commie step of building, which had a familiar disgusting past behind. I returned to the room and I continued without wish to look for. I didn’t want. Something rejected. I thought on alternative variants in getting freedom. I found them. It gave me vigor. When you’re dying and if you have wish to live, you look for solutions. However, it requires time of suffering.
I decided to visit something in Poznan though I saw everything likeable for me. I didn’t want to have fun in heating hotel’s room. I was checking for sightseeing. A little railroad is legacy of communism, which can find in many countries had that red disease. I couldn’t wish that. Fortunately, I found Museum of Archeology, which could be worthy in visit. Though it didn’t occur by meeting two men who said it closed in Polish. I asked in English for confidence, they repeated my words in English. I wanted to visit Botanic garden, which uniqueness in having palms, but I thought in almost approach that I willn’t see surprising. The only happiness that beard trimmer’s handle is compact for holding. I didn’t feel thickness with keeping in a hand mine razor machine while exemplar, which I was holding, had that. I returned and spent another night in that horrible hotel Hotel Traffic Poznan Stare Miasto where the best was in having five dreams in all of them I met and had blessed time with stunning Italian lady. She never leaves me.
I escaped from stuffy Hotel Traffic Poznan Stare Miasto where I tried to stop sweating by switching on of cold water. Eventually, it didn’t work. I must stop to look for romantic with hotels. I moved to B&B Poznan Hotel Old Town, which situate in town’s center. I had four hours before check-in. I left my stuff there.
Museum of Archeology in that next day was mine saving. I became alive after that torturing and hopeless days by looking on exhibits. Feeding myself of history made me to feel that I do right. Learning history and reading books are mine food. I feel disgusting myself without these things. At all, that’s museum on all right due to it hasn’t too many exhibits. Nevertheless, it has curious things. I was hyped by representing ancient Egypt. I wished to visit Roman kiosk Naqa’a, which locates in Sudan. I thought on Aswan, a city, which makes to think it’s a fairytale, but it exists. However, current Egyptians are other people and they’re savage with things as attack on Lara Logan what gives me abysmal about coming to this land. The museum made me to experience that thousands years ago existed culture with own individual world vision, own rites, own technology. They believed in own supreme powers and I looked that today it’s place has Jesus Christ while I thought that Bible took things from past religions. I watched on statues, pieces of stone buildings, personal item. I returned in ancient Egypt.
Poznan is charming in fall as I was in November. This period of the year gives beauty to historical buildings and it’s little in people. I was walking and saw rare pedestrians there. I prefer to have journeys in this time for both these reasons. I walked in the old town now and I understood inside that it’s not my place. I feel more better in comparison with before, but I don’t feel happy. I sat in restaurant Ratuszova operating since 1954 with having two lemonades, which are wonderful, but incomparable in taste containing natural products and fact when you see making process in front of you in Old Town in Warsaw. Between them was a soup with just three duck dumplings and green peas, which is wonderful on taste, but must be more if not modern tendencies. I had that lunch, watched on Stary Rynok and I didn’t get effect, which I had in Paris or New York where I simply sat on a plastic chair with not the best tea got by tempting black woman who, maybe, found me interesting, but I watched on Statue of Liberty. I don’t feel one energy with Polish people which are wonderful. Poznan hasn’t soulmate effect of aforementioned towns. I watched on past of Poznan and I asked waitress on how long goes repair works, which I saw in previous visit in November. She said “since the end of the year”. I assumed the year 2022, but she said a current one. I tried to get details and then decided to not look for them. All roads were in surrounding of metal fences. I saw machines and people in this time.
I heard so much Muscovy talking, which has abysmal effect for me. These savages can wildly laugh on primitive as it was when one of them made stumble on electric scooter and other exploded in disgusting guffaw. These scenes were familiar before. In continued walking through old town, I was brought to familiar little mall in which I visited Biedronka (Ladybug), another zillion (though I would give a half of zillion.) food store network in Poland known for cheap prices. I had experience of Jew in Nazi concentration camp. Muscovy were everywhere in Poznan. Ninety-four percent of all caught speeches had mat using with no point and made me to think that I didn’t leave. What do you think about mat? Well, I say that I approve mat in everyday situation such as after falling of anvil on you or unexpected arrival of unwishful relative, but I’m not appreciate for because people can’t but add it in conversation. I can’t stand in Poznan for meeting of these moments. And magnificent Polish breakfast are became too much for me for this almost week.
These four hours of awaiting made my visit of Poznan reasonable. I could get initial money surplus and keep in shape myself by visiting gym in Avenida with little salary. Prices of food in Biedronka made instant calculation. However, I’m not going to stay in this city. Understanding that I don’t belong was through taking drinking there.
What is a burden to find a good restaurant today. I was looking for it and I saw modern approach in almost everywhere. That’s work for attraction, for tourists. Adding of mass dishes. Do food and not do entertainment. A typical raw egg and mincemeat is wish to do anything but original. I found place, which has of classic. Wiejskie Jadlo (Rural Food) has traditional duck with apple, red cabbage and cranberry. It offered a quarter of paltry while menu of Ratuszova half, but I saw picture of the last in modern approach. I know that dish is bigger then I got in Wiejskie Jadlo. It was divine in eating. I never liked fried apples, but this one was tender in biting and it was covered of tender on taste warm cranberry, which I preferred to put on duck. I had it with wine. I saw list of Polish wines, which I initially accepted without trust. I had for taste of only red Saint Vincent Regent. No trace on glass and drinkable, but Polaks need to work on quality, because it had some kind of mixture on taste. I chose Il Pumo Primitivo. That’s from San Marzano. That same name has it's production company. It locates in Puglia. The year 2021 isn’t good me for spoiled in good wines. It isn’t matured wine, which smells of good grapes and never gives inexperienced disgust though sulfates are exceeded, but I didn’t feel them later. The wine needs breathing. Sadly, that restaurant doesn’t keep wine in fridge, I later asked and it became a little better after I got my duck very soon and I required wine. I couldn’t have dish, which wasn’t much, without drink. I had a lot of Il Pump Primitivo after that, which I completed in hotel’s room. Aftertaste doesn’t cause anything bad, only satisfactory rollercoaster.
