1994, city hospital, uralogical ward. 3 beds. I'm on the first door. On the another is simply a converted militiaman. On the 3rd – “fired” farmer.
I'm waiting for a procedure that's not expected to save my life, it's waiting to remove the acquired defect. Otherwise, there's a militia convert. His kidney stops working usually – it poisons the body, and the another is most likely not much better. A horny farmer has an illness unknown to me, but certainly, due to his whereabouts, 1 of his problems appeared above his knees and below his navel. The farmer just coughed again.
What happened back then? Welcome to a short reading!
Farmer
- I'm sorry. I got truly cold," said the farmer, and he coughed again.
The situation was repeated rather often: the farmer was lying down, the farmer coughed, but from time to time she was interrupted by his way out to the attic of the hospital, where he could easy surrender himself to the popular (literally and figuratively) addict. Without medical privileges, 1 could make a diagnosis that this farmer did not "cold" and simply smoked like a dragon. I think it's been decades. And that was the reason.
October Lenin
An older bald man with a distinctive beard, who immediately evoked associations. Holding hands at the back, somewhat tilted – so once, twice a day he entered the area where I lay. erstwhile he first appeared, just after entering, his eyesight stood in plain sight outside the window. There were a fewer trees, and then there was a road that, from the east, led to the city center. He just straightened out, raised his head and said,
- I'm sorry. And now, in a social act, we will clean up all the leaves around the spatula.
Then he stretched out his hand, let his hand out, and made a ellipse – as if he wanted to indicate the place of that act to be done, and then he left.
- I'm sorry. Who was that? – I asked the converted militiaman.
- This one? It's Lenin. He was on your bed, and since he slept almost vertically and saw the road, he screamed at night that the cars would drive him. And they moved him so he wouldn't see the road.
- I'm sorry. After the procedure, the militiaman continued. - They made him an enema before the procedure, but he besides wished for laxatives. He didn't make it. He crap the full bathroom. Only his pajamas are left. All in shit," said the militiaman.
Ps. Was it erstwhile I was lying with a problem and proceeding stories about “Lenin” that I could not laugh?
Pps. The real Lenin collection of people with intelligence just called shit...
Urea intrusion
In the 1990s, no 1 had an thought of making money off infirmary TVs. The converted militiaman had his small one. All you had to do was put it in the socket and you could watch it.
Due to tv and individual acquaintance with the police officer, another typical of the PRL apparatus appeared in the room, which I did not admit before 1989. Could have been a second militiaman or an escapade. Looks like the another one. Kodym from the Pharmacy squad described the Ubek appearance: ubek – so normal, with a black mustache. The Ubek from the infirmary had already had a more grey mustache, and under its skin at the tallness of the abdomen there was an electronic life support device that disrupted the operation of the tv receiver, so this ubek watched moving to reconstruct the signal. The jamming of the signal in the PRL knows everyone who tried to perceive to Wola Europa radio.
Lenin (the infirmary one) was joined by the attitude: somewhat overburdened, with hands behind. On the tv there was a broadcast of the session of the Polish Parliament, and this was at a time erstwhile the hatchers of the criminal system, after the Olszewski government was cancelled, could feel a small safer. Safer and better, despite his mediocre health, he felt a infirmary emergency. He erstwhile came in and looked at the TV. It took a while, he listened to the voices coming from the speaker. He looked at the converted militiaman and lamented:
We could have killed it erstwhile it was time.
It's quiet. It's gone.
It was for certain those Members who were honest or pretended to be honest at that time.
I wonder until today, what time it was that he had regretted that bummer. By age, his bloody ministry could have begun as early as the 1950s, but it can be assumed that he was not comforted by the low effectiveness of the martial law and the fact that his bosses abandoned him in 1989.
Ps. If I remember correctly that the ubek utilized the phrase "to knock them out" alternatively than "to knock them out", we have here, in addition to hatred, besides dehumanization and exaltation.
Militia, Conversion and Humanity
When the militiaman and Ubek served in the apparatus of oppression in 1981, and the criminal Jaruzelski "constituted" WRON, I had been in the service of the liturgical altar for how long. I got up early in the morning or waited until evening to wear a comet. While I was "beating" in the gong during the transfiguration, possibly at that time my infirmary colleagues were pounding innocent cocks on their heads. besides on the abdomens and... kidneys – akin to those who were later treated.
Thirteen years later, a “cold” farmer, “Lenin” with a crap pyjamas, a converted Milicjan, an earring with a grey mustache, and I was joined by concerns – everyone had theirs, and this 1 was the most crucial 1 for everyone. I must have had the surgery on my 3rd day at the hospital. An anesthetic drug in my spine that didn't work, so I was put to sleep anyway, and it had bad effects. The next day, a full bladder and an inability to pee filled with a sense of disability. Then I was sent 2 angels. Angels of the Militarian and an angel farmer They kept me under their armpits, and an angel of the militia kept a duck, and an angel of the farmer whistled. Earlier, an angel of the militia had flushed the tap. After any time, the expected liquid appeared in the duck.
After 1994, I saw a police officer twice. I don't know what he's done before, if he's committed cruelty. Not to forgive him due to the fact that he didn't spank me, but alternatively to aid him get fired. Then in 1994, he taught me 1 in 1 day. all morning, before the caregiver came, after her, a priest came into the area with Holy Communion. The police officer was already prepared, with a tiny light he said prayer earlier. I joined him. I remember a man with a sad look, possibly a terrible life, but an attribute unknown to many today. This attribute is humanity.
Then and to this day I hope that this conversion was permanent, and my neighbour from the bed next door became a good man.
My memory is like a kaleidoscope – 1 with many threads, which is any clipping showing both the commune and the life in the postcommunum.
My memory besides has an component of Golgota: he is simply a good and bad villain, here: a converted militiaman and a grey mustache who regretted only that he did not adequate evil. To this day, many of them feel hurt, and there are savers who want to “repair” them. I don't want any of the bad things I've seen in 1994. Nor do I want the bums any pensions for being roughed up, despised, beaten them, and yet killed. For decades.
My memory besides has a message. I want you, Dear creators and Readers of the Nieporawni.pl portal only specified human thoughts and deeds.
