The Polish Experience By Nicholas Westerby This ... - GetSab.Com

I thought about memorizing the lines but there were too many sounds in my
mouth and the whisky wasn’t helping my tongue wrap around the words.
In the morning I snuck out and picked the violet flowers I’d spied the night
before. I plucked the petals and wet the paper around the edge, applied the
petals and put it under my laptop to dry. By the time Elly woke up it was getting
close to the end of breakfast so we both rushed down.
There wasn’t much of the meat left but Elly was happy to see pancakes and I
loaded up on fruit hoping that I’d need the energy later. She asked what I did
last night, she never apologised, not for falling asleep on me, not for anything,
ever!
I told her that I tried learning some Polish which made her laugh.
“So tell me something.” She said between bites.
I got really shy and hide behind my fruit.
“Maybe you can teach me later.” I said.
“No you must tell me something now.” She demanded playfully.
“I wrote you a poem.”
“In Polish? For me?” She seemed touched just by the thought of it.
The waitress came back from the kitchen with a plate of sausages so I made my
move, even taking a couple for Elly then refilling my coffee and juice and