The doorbell was torn distant by Krzysztof Karczewski from reading. He read the Way to Nowhere by Józef Mackiewicz – a conspiracy edition, of course. Before beginning the door, Christopher had to put it somewhere to keep it out of sight. Not all of the host's friends knew that he was in the conspiracy, and he was going to stay that way. Karczewski had already served his time for the fight for Poland's independency and did not necessarily want to go back to prison. He tried not to keep more contraband in the house. He only left what he was presently reading. Unless, of course, he was waiting for 1 of the recipients like today, which was very rare. The contraband tried to spread to the colporteurs on its own. To this end, in Bydgoszcz he created a network of distributions of banned books and newspapers, consisting of eleven points spread throughout the city. It was safer, Christopher was already in prison, his home could have been traced. besides many visitors surely attracted interest from the services. Years of conspiracy taught him a skillful key around town to lose a possible tail. He received forbidden literature and press from couriers from Krakow and Lublin, himself going to Warsaw for contraband. He kept the materials in his friends' basements, with their permission, of course.
Book stuffed, time to come to the door. He looked through the Judas to see who the legs brought here. On the stairwell was Paweł Winiak, just reaching for the button to call again. Karczewski was expecting him, hastily opened the door, inviting him inside. He led the guest to the room, took care of making coffee in the kitchen. He knew that all visit of Paul active an exchange of views on current political themes, although their main goal was to receive contraband. They were both teachers in Podbydgosz schools. Winiak in Borówno, commuted to his bus station, Krzysztof for deficiency of another possibilities by bicycle, though he had much further to Kozielc. He frequently passed a friend waiting at a stop. And so was the “miracle”: the failure to see the SB or their conscious strategy that specified an enemy of the people as Karczewski got a occupation at school. In many places, they wanted to hire him, but erstwhile he came with the papers, it turned out that the work was gone. He most likely had a tail that cared about it. At least Christopher was officially burned due to his time in prison, so he became increasingly active in an enemy's semi-legal activity, for which he was not put up for, and possibly this prompted the service to get his dream job. And here's how it happened. His dad worked in culture. After Stalin and Bieruta died, there was a alleged thaw. The number of staff of the safety Office was reduced and its name was changed to the safety Service and reduced workers were sent to different cultural establishments. At Marius's work, the erstwhile ubek was on the phase of the president of the company council. And he just approached Karczewski senior:
Listen, Mariusz, I hear your son's looking for a occupation at school. I know there's no teachers in Kozielc, let him effort there.
Mr Karczewski was very amazed to have thanked you for the information.
– Hey Krzysztof – he reported to his boy erstwhile he returned home – the issue is unusual – I never told anyone in the facility that you were looking for a occupation at school. In the meantime, this slob that works for us came to me and told me where they could take you. Why? Something's not right.
Krzysztof came to the designated village and was immediately signed with him from 1 October. His wage – eighteen hours. Buses came to Kozielc 3 times a day. However, the plan was designed so that he had to arrive on the first bus, and return on the last bus to Bydgoszcz at 6:00 p.m. Krzysztof was the only commuter teacher whose lesson plan was not adapted to the bus schedule. Is that what they mean – Krzysztof wondered – to deprive him of time to limit his ability to operate to the detriment of the People's Poland? His patriotic activities were not noticed – specified as the painting of posters for the forbidden independency Day at the time, on which Poland appeared after the teacher's proposition within pre-war limits, and the eagle had a crown torn off by the communists. The deficiency of consequence to these "antisocialist" actions was completely incomprehensible. If it was truly a clever plan of the esbeeks, then Christopher screwed them, switched to a bike. He was young, efficient, and he made his way to school with good wind – utilizing various shortcuts – in 50 minutes, at the incorrect – hr and 10 minutes. The bus was driving an hour. That way, he had quite a few time he could take on his own. He did not know that in 2024 the ruling Polish post-communists of the Civic Platform would usage the same trick, and he would be besides old to usage the method proven in the Polish People's Platform.
Karczewski placed coffee in front of his colleague and placed on a table released outside censorship literature, independent writings. Paul was a regular receiver, buying only single copies.
– And if I needed more copies, if I had people to buy? – unexpectedly the guest asked, looking through the table paper.
Christopher's head immediately caught a red light. He knew Winiak for a fewer years. He frequently offered him a greater commitment to conspiracy activities, or even to the sale of paper to trusted friends. He always heard the same answer:
You know, Christopher, I'm just scared. What's different is learning from forbidden sources, which nobody needs to know, and what's different is selling them, for which you can go to jail for a fewer years. It's not for me, I'm just scared.
Karczewski respected this attitude, was at least honest. Not everyone had to be a hero. He most hated those who put their deficiency of courage in beautiful words like: “I am not for authority or opposition. That's why I don't mix anything up." specified a safe attitude. No wonder Paul’s question caused concern in Christopher’s eyes. He didn't gotta ask, he gave the same answer.
You know what happened to me late – Winiak started his communicative – it was 3 May, at home empty, the household left for the weekend, and there was nothing in the fridge. I knew it was better not to leave the home that day due to the manifestations you're having on this forbidden holiday. I live on “Kapach”, and you always organize demonstrations in downtown or in the old town. I thought if I went to the vicinity store to get bread and any stuff, I'd be fine. But that was not a good idea. I barely left the house, there was a patrol.
Papers, please, first name, last name, address.
I've responded properly, politely. The police looked at each another eloquently.
You're coming with us!
But for what, what have I done?
None of your business.
If you're taking me, I think it's mine.
Don't talk back, or you'll get to know the cock, get your feet out.
After 10 minutes we met another patrol.
Do you have anyone? – they asked you what they were driving me. The answer was to deny the movement of the head. And the 2 of us, this is the third. We can drop him off for half. Deal?!
I wondered what this was all about – the guy continued – they're kidding me or something, possibly they're trying to intimidate me.
Stand, give it to the officers – and we will drink half together – like together, at least a litre – let it be.
That's how I got into the hands of another patrol, led me to a bitch, there were a fewer more like me. Taken off the street. That's how I hit a hole, not knowing for what. The next day, after a twelve hours, without being able to contact my household or even my lawyer, I was in front of a college for misdemeanors, where completely unknown police officers accused me of raising anti-state shouts in the Old marketplace Square in Bydgoszcz, and I was to be captured according to their relation on Mostowa Street, although on that day I was not in 1 or the another place at all. I wasn't allowed to explain. I was sentenced to 5 1000 gold fines with the exchange for custody, at a conversion of 5 100 gold a day. Fortunately, I was yet allowed to call my family, which did not have that amount. I wasn't fired until the next day erstwhile they were able to rise the missing funds among my friends and buy me out. Since these events it has just been a period – Paul continued – and I think – erstwhile I gotta sit, I like to know for what, how to behave, to have your support and access to trusted lawyers, I want to act besides to pay them back for what happened to me! I'd start by selling, but only among my closest friends. What do you say?
First I gotta train you, then I gotta establish a safe way of contact, especially since my flat may be being watched, and frequent visits could origin them to take you under scrutiny.
The remainder of the conversation was training, discussing the way we interact. At the end of the gathering Karczewski handed out to a colleague of the small conspirator – this brochure contains all of this, what I talked about, how to behave during the hearing, erstwhile 1 can refuse to testify.
– Remember this regularly. A man knows neither a day nor an hour.
Paul actually started with a colporteur, then co-organized a secret university, and yet made available to Christopher his grandmother's cell phone, where contraband printing equipment was stored.
