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

something in the bottom which shouldn’t be drunk, cake, cake and more cake,
cold meat, bread, various salads, all of which had been unhelpfully encased in
mayonnaise. As everyone talked and feasted I tried a few different things. The
bread was softer in the centre than I had experienced so far in Poland but I
longed for Hovis.
I got self-conscious as they all looked at me and laughed. I was their jester,
there to amuse them so I smiled and laughed a little too, at what? I don’t know.
They might have been nervous or just enjoying the superiority over a foreigner.
Elly forced more cake on me and her Uncle produced a bottle of liquor, maybe
vodka. We drank, Granny and Granddad joined in. It was some kind of
flavoured vodka. I prayed it wasn’t a home brew made in their bath that would
make me delusional or blind. Another round of vodkas and I was counting down
the minutes until we could get back in the car and head home to Warsaw, back
to civilisation.
The thought of Warsaw representing civilization made me sad. It was an ok city
but it didn’t offer anything more than Leeds did, actually I preferred Leeds. The
house prices were better, the wages were higher and opportunities more
plenteousness. The only thing Poland had in its favour was Elly. That was
enough though.
There was silence for what felt like an eternity and the half an hour of chatting
must have been enough time to catch up on all the village gossip. I doubted that