Who wants to remember how I wrote about a acquainted Indian family.
I saw them a year ago, then many times.
I didn't ask.
Besides, my English and theirs are alternatively pidgin:)
But I see, I don't impose, I don't want to talk.
On Saturday, I meet her like she's with a small boy who's got a handle.
She's pregnant.
Hi, you're a pregnat?
She nodded.
You know, in Poland is simply a law of blood.
She: we want to be here.
And something that choked me.
We want to be Poles.
What?
Yeah, we're building Poles.
I hear, they learn, I ask.
Why?
You don't gotta do that.
Indians? African?
Rage and outrage.
What? Pou-la-tsy!!!
Not Poles?
Gandaaaa, karaaab!( With rage. )
I want you, son, husband and( This is where I put it on my stomach. ) happiness.
Indian goodbye gesture. They're gone.
I checked those words, you know, I have a memory problem, but I besides have a smartphone in my pocket.
I wrote it in my notebook.
Dirty, angry- she said it.
In their case, has it proved actual that the worst comes out of any abroad and the other?
announcement what she said about people. Not in general.
It's important, too.
What do you say?
Illustration- Indian pregnant. There. In spite of poverty, sometimes, deficiency of prospects.
They want kids.
And the Poles? Here? What are they waiting for? For further media craziness?
