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

“How’s Elly and the bump?” They’d ask.
“Great. Still inside.” That was about as much as I knew. I didn’t understand the
Polish doctors and Elly only said everything was fine.
“How long are you back for?” They’d ask.
“Just a couple of days. Got a meeting with my boss then back to the
renovations.”
This would lead to them remembering their first house, a DIY mishap or
something along those lines and I’d be back to my thoughts. I didn’t have much
to say. I didn’t know what to do. I think that I wanted to ask for help but I
wasn’t sure what specifically anyone else could do. It was on me.
It was all on me.
I had taken the journey from my parent’s house to Leeds many times before but
that day it seemed different. Things moved at the normal speed but the sound
was muffled, like underwater.
I walked down to Bolton Road in my suit. I saw the other people waiting in line
for the bus. So organized, so patient. I thought about the Polish system where as
soon as the doors opened everybody scrapped and pushed themselves forward,
even before the poor people who wanted to alight had a chance to get off. The