GLOBAL BUILDING IN II JAPAN (telling)

He woke up in his clothes, lying on his bed. Just lying there staring at the ceiling, he tried to remember how he returned from Zdzich's birthday. Unfortunately, nothing came to his head. So he took off his coat and went to the bathroom. erstwhile he looked into the mirror, he stood like a mite: in the mirror he saw any urinate, with a black eye and a thin hair.

He looked like that, and he looked like that, touching the hand of an unknown face. A face that, however, slow began to remind him of someone...

- Stefan! Breakfast! – he heard from the kitchen side and pleased on the mouth he hit his head: - I'm sorry. Right, it's Stefan!!! He screamed in spirit. He washed his face with water, brushed his hair, and as he stood he moved into the kitchen.

It was already in the door again, and Stefan's wife was sitting in the kitchen on the carpet, in front of 2 plates where the chopsticks lay, and the larger plate contained sliced herring teeth with onions. The table and chairs disappeared from the kitchen and their place was taken by a cane rug...

- I'm sorry. What the hell is going on here! Am I dreaming? – said to a female sitting on the carpet, trying to remember her name...

- I'm sorry. What do you mean what? average breakfast, like in Japan! – the female answered, trying to catch a slipper with chopsticks.

- I'm sorry. What Japan? What Japan, woman? – said Stefan, inactive standing in the kitchen door.

- I'm sorry. Don't whine, Stefan, just sit down and have breakfast. – said the female who yet managed to catch the herring's hand in the oil and put it in her mouth...

- I'm sorry. All right. But where's the table? Where are the chairs? I'm expected to sit on the ground like a Japanese? – Stefan, who continued to search in his head the name of a woman, inviting him to breakfast Sunday.

- I'm sorry. I sold the table and chairs yesterday while you were drinking at that same time. You should have stayed home, listened to the Prime Minister, and present you should have started a fresh life...

- I'm sorry. What fresh life, woman? – asked Stefan who, to be sure, pinched himself respective times to confirm that he was back in reality.

- I'm sorry. Well, that drunk doesn't know we're going to have a second Japan here, as the Prime Minister said... - answered the woman, this time with her hand loading the second herring bell into her mouth.

- Jesus Christ! Tusk promised us a second Japan? Did he say erstwhile they dropped the atomic bomb? Stefan was not afraid of the words of his wife, whose name he had yet to remember...

- I'm sorry. The Prime Minister hasn't said anything about the bomb yet. All he talked about was Molotov's cocktail, who threw that arsonist from Żoliborz. - said sitting on the rug of his spouse, with his lips full of herring and onions...

Stefan yet crossed the kitchen threshold, kneeled down on his knees and then sat on the floor, leaning on the wall, where the table was just standing. erstwhile he yet cooled off after this exhausting activity, he asked the wife sitting next to him:

- I'm sorry. Then who did you sale our chair table to? He was so elegant... He had these good carved legs...

- I'm sorry. I sold the table and chairs to Trudzi, but I left my feet from the table! said the woman...

- I'm sorry. Why did you leave those feet from the table, woman? – asked Stefan, while inactive trying to sit on the reed rug.

- I'm sorry. You're so dark, Stefan! It's so dark! Don't you know that dollars are hidden in the feet of the table??! said the female who managed to swallow herring.

- I'm sorry. O yey, yey!! – shouted Stefan, who yet realized that he was already in second Japan...