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

It was only a journey of a couple of minutes and nobody checked if we had a
ticket. It was crowded and Elly had to stand. I tried to force her into guilting
someone to giving up their seat but she wouldn’t. Since the journey was so short
I didn’t fight it, my explanation would have lasted longer than our trip. We
arrived at the Central Station where you could catch a bus, train or tram. Since it
was late the trams had stopped running and there were plenty of taxis waiting.
As we approached one a bus pulled up and Elly squealed that it was our bus and
dragged me on.
“What do you mean our bus? I thought we were getting a taxi?” I asked as we
sat at the back, putting our feet up on the empty seats opposite.
“This will be cheaper and takes us all the way home.” She seemed pleased with
herself.
Elly nestled into my neck and as I stroked her hair I felt her fall asleep. The bus
sped along empty roads and the distance didn’t feel too bad. I knew that we’d be
back home soon enough. We past petrol stations and bakeries that were lit up
even though they were closed and no one was working, observed drunks
dancing along to the songs they’d heard earlier that night and watched the
ubiquitous drunken arguments between couples.
After about fifteen minutes I felt myself nodding off then jerking back awake. I
felt myself falling but waking before I hit the ground. I tried to shake myself