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

“What?” I said confused.
I was sat waiting in the foyer of the accountancy firm that Kins had asked me to
teach. The company’s lovely secretary was reading her horoscope and wanted to
tell me my future. I have to say the idea that there are only twelve personality
types and those in one set have the same day didn’t seem logical to me. The
idea that in the vastness of Space, with galaxies upon galaxies rotating around
just to align on a wet Tuesday morning to tell an office worker in Warsaw that
she should watch out because today a stranger would bring her good fortune
was a bit much.
“Oh, I don’t believe in that stuff.” I said.
“Me too.” She replied.
She smiled at me, put her magazine down and returned to her computer. A
group of four men in their thirties and forties came to greet me. They ushered
me out of their second floor office and up to a conference room on the floor
above. They all introduced themselves and then I introduced myself and I asked
them what they were looking for in a teacher. The blond guy who looked the
youngest answered first.
“Am interested in Africa and charity work.” He said.
“Well I don’t know much about either but am sure I could find a lot of stuff on
the internet. Is that what the rest of you are interested in too?”