In the Jesuit underground, strictly speaking, in the John Paul II Oratory located there, the formation gathering of young people operating in the Oasis, besides called the Light-Life Movement, ended. Individual talks were inactive being held between them, and this was in the fall of 1982. The martial law was suspended, the curfew was no longer in force, so it was not essential to rush back home. The Patroli continued to be full, car searches, as well as people carrying briefcases, bags, continued to occur, though a small little so. Nevertheless, the opposition of society continued. Among the participants of the gathering were 4 students of VI LO: 2 Alinas, called from the colour of the hair Black and White, Krysia, bearing the surname Jagodnik and Rose Kowalik. Each of them had a fixed resistance, specified a symbol of opposition to folk power. Previously black ribbons were worn as a sign of national mourning after the martial law was introduced, then resistors, which were a symbol of resistance, were yet to be taken by metallic eagles imported from Warsaw with a flag. These were restless spirits, they participated in secret sets, where among another things real Polish past was taught, in Masses for the intention of the Homeland, and in Jagodka there were forbidden musical-poetic evenings at home. It wasn't adequate for them. They wanted to act more decisively, sale flyers, spread posters, print illegal magazines. They got caught up in the conspiracy. The older 2 or 3 years their friends called them Young. Since they were only sixteen years old, they felt that they should not be dragged into more risky activities. A possible accident and its consequences, specified as detentions for forty-eight hours, intimidating interrogations, or prison, may have been besides much trauma for minors. The young ones, however, placed themselves on their own. utilizing a chisel, they plucked out the word ‘Solidarity’ in the rubber body, attaching it to a wooden block, thus forming a seal. With it, they utilized red ink to print the name of the forbidden compound and then spread it everywhere they could. On the entrance door to the blocks, on the store sites, at the MZK stops, as well as discreetly in buses and trams, and even at your school. For the ozone meeting, Black brought a seal, ink and printed flyers, she gave them efficiently to the girls who hid them in their coat pocket. They besides had glue on them. It's a good time to come back tonight to open the flyers. Alina's ink and stamp was handed over to Krysi, it was her turn to print the following batches. The blueberry was at volleyball training just before the meeting, and she besides wore sportswear and an oase singer. After sharing the contraband, the girls left the church. The first long of the road went together. They were walking down Magdziński Street towards the Old marketplace Square, where everyone was to go their own way. Following this tour, they spoke loudly, vividly gesticulating, which unnecessarily drew attention to the coming from the other side of the patrol.
Show the evidence – they heard unexpectedly.
But we are underage, we have no evidence – they shouted 1 through another.
All of them? – the policeman asked – why do you crash in the city at night?
We returned from the gathering – she hastened with Alin White's reply.
It's not 9 o'clock yet – Black hit – it's early.
Not so late – the corporal interfered – a police hr was inactive in force not long ago.
But it is no longer in force – Krysia jumped unnecessarily – there is no ban on moving around the city.
Then I invitation you to the police car – the patrol commander decided.
Is that necessary? Rose tried to save the day.
Don't argue. Let's go!
After a while, all 4 of them, escorted by a militia escort, ended up in a militia bitch.
– Sergeant, the corporal checked in to the unaccounted for in the police car with a higher rank – we brought 1 that claims to be underage, no IDs, but to say a lot.
They don't have a pass? I advise you to look well. If you don't find them, you'll gotta drive them to the police station and wait for your parents to choice them up.
The young people had clearly lost their faces, after all, each of them had a contraband, while stopping the revision sure.
We truly don't have, at least I do – Rose spoke.
Neither did I, nor did I – another girl spoke.
Show the bags – recommended the sergeant.
The young ones looked at each another with fear. She was the first to execute White. She opened her bag, her flyers were buried in her pockets. The police came in, nothing like that. He pointed to the Blueberry, which had not only flyers, but besides everything needed to print them. This 1 decided to take a cop's way. First, she pulled out a bitten bun by putting on a free chair, then a wuefu short, a shirt, an oase song singer.
And what – did the corporal say, taking it into his hand – illegal prints?
The book did indeed match the quality of printing, as well as the form of the composition of a non-debit edition.
Songs about Jesus – Krysia hastily responded.
Who? – to the militiaman this explanation seemed to say nothing.
Oh, God – she explained asked questions.
The sergeant, seeing the foolish face of his subordinate, took the songbook in his hand and explained to the corporal:
It's what church girls sing.
He looked at it carefully, and then he said:
You can give it to her. People's power respects the right to freedom of religion; another thing that specified a young man, and already superstitious, believes. Show me what else you got in that bag.
Krysia utilized her last asset, pulled out dirty sweaty sneakers and put her on the seat. All that's left in the bag is simply a paper, ink and stamp.
Get those stinky upholsters out of my back, you think I'm gonna wash your ass, your pants, and the remainder of you, now! The sergeant was truly angry.
That's all the berries were waiting for. In a hurry, she would hide her clothes and another bambetle in a bag.
Get out of the car – he recommended the highest rank – and that I should not see any more of you wandering around at night without documents. Next time, you'll end up in the nursery!
Young people shouldn't have said it twice. They left the bitch in no time. On the street, they were relieved. erstwhile they went away, Rose first spoke:
You're the 1 with the nerves – Krysia praised – my legs are inactive on the line, it's good that the cocks didn't notice. They'd be suspicious. I've had adequate for present – said Rose – I'm going to the cabin.
We, too, spoke according to both Alinas.
The blueberry just smiled. She returned home on a circular route, choosing dark alleyways, attaching labels with the inscription "Solidarity" wherever possible, until supplies were exhausted.
