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

I had always liked glacier cherries as a kid and got a rude shock when I bit into
a bitter one as an adult but I had grown to like the taste now and when Elly
reached through some barbwire and offered me some I didn’t think about
pesticides or washing them, I just wolfed them down.
Elly started to get tired so we began our slow return, not really saying anything.
In different circumstances I would have assumed that she was angry at me but I
think she was just remembering and taking it all in on her return. When you are
away you either romanticize things or vilify them, neither really holding true on
your return.
When we got back I could smell the food, I wasn’t sure what it was and I won’t
say it smelled delicious. I could hear voices in the room to the left and guessed
that we had been joined by some other family members. We popped our heads
in, Elly first then me. It was her Grandparents. They gave her a kiss on each
cheek and a cuddle then shook my hand. The old man had workers hands but
seemed frail now. There were six places around a small table and it was a
squeeze settling down. I inadvertently knocked the table and spilt Granddad’s
soup, way to make a splash.
All through the meal nobody said much. A comment here, a pass the potatoes
there but while we all ate in silence Marvin sulked in his room and when we
were nearly finished he stomped in and crumpled into the empty chair. I had
brought him a car collectors glossy magazine full of photos of old cars, super