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

I looked out of the window angry and by the time I’d calmed down and turned
back Elly was asleep. I decided I’d get up and have a wonder around the train. I
walked passed a few rowdy guys flagrantly drinking and stepped over a
sleeping youth who looked like a stowaway. I found the toilet and was pleased
with how large it was. I had a walk down a few more carriages looking for some
form of food but couldn’t see anything so I turned back. I passed the ticket
inspector who wished to check my ticket and we had a mangled discussion
about me going back to my seat and whether it was possible to buy food on the
train. I ended up back in my cabin foodless and bored.
Elly woke up just as we were approaching Krakow and smiled at me.
“Juz?” She asked and this was a kind of now/already word that seemed to be
employed as often as moze and ch-e-ho.
“Yes my dear. It went by in the blink of an eye didn’t it?” A very sleepy blink.
We disembarked and a woman clad in bright red pants, stilettos and the same
red overcoat came bounding over towards us. Well towards Elly. They
embraced and jabbered away in Polish as I politely waited to be introduced. I
couldn’t help but notice the jealousy her ‘friend’ was oozing. Sure she was
smiling like a dolly bird, looking at the stomach as if it was a crystal ball and
honestly I think Elly felt the same when she observed her friends clothes. She
was obviously doing well for herself and was dressed to impress.