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

in England I could use my words to sell myself to her family, here I could only
use my actions.
I was about to be become a mime, how the hell do you mime ‘am going to be a
good father and look after your daughter’?
I didn’t know either.
We passed a sprawling hotel and a Pepsi and Mintos factory then turned into a
field that had porter cabins plonked down in the centre of it. On closer
inspection they were closer to chalets but this was home to Elly, her Mum and
Marvin. I tried to find something nice to say while I surveyed the surroundings
but Elly made her way past some kittens who were playing and up the stairs to a
door.
“Don’t touch them.” She warned as I bent down to stroke them.
I didn’t ask why and just skipped up the steps. She took off her shoes outside
and I did the same and then we entered without knocking. You never knock at
your parent’s house but it felt strange just drifting in. It was a small and dated
abode and as you entered there was a kitchen off to the right, a room to the left
and then four rooms at the back.
Her Mum was busying herself in the kitchen and when she came out it wasn’t a
long lost embrace it was a quick hello, she looked me over, a smile and then
back to her cooking. Elly led me off into her bedroom. There was no bed, only a