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Last Night at Quattro
Last night was the last night ever at Quattro. Strange. I sat there with Johnny at our usual seat—though at first it was taken and the suggestion that we go fight the occupants for it was met by Johnny growling, “Don’t provoke me.”—and wondered how many hours I’d spent in that place. Probably way too many.
So it’s all over and I have a “Q” to show from it, as well as forty megs of pictures, and a lot of memories.
Naked Kitchen
Here and There in Centrum
We went to talk to the vicar that night, and everything is okay, it seems. In the end, we decided to have the civil ceremony as soon as possible, which will accomplish a few things. First of all, it will be added incentive, the priest said, for the curia to approve quickly the mixed marriage, because we’ll technically already be married. Second, we won’t have to make the public declaration three months before the wedding, which gives us a little more leeway. And lastly, though he didn’t say it, it will save him a bit of work.
The surprise came at the end of the end. First of all, he didn’t accept any money. Well, not then. He said, “No, no, just wait until I’ve done something! Wait until we have all the documents signed from the curia!” And at end, he was very reassuring, actually. He told us that in the end, there’s nothing that can’t be arranged, and that the most important thing was that we love each other completely and that everything else will work itself out.
Yesterday I meet Łysy on the way to Jabłonka and we went for a beer. He told me what those six magic letters before people’s name really stand for: mgr inż = “Można gówno robić i nieżle żyć”
And that’s about all I have to write now. I’m not writing so much lately because this stupid keyboard makes typing like riding with a flat tire — like the time I rode back from Slovakia and pumped up my tire every few kilometers.
NT Stations of the Cross
School Gym aka Sports Hall (Hala Sportowa)
Kinga
The wedding will not be in Orawka. The priest found out how much more (paper) work is involved in a mixed marriage and decided he didn’t want to give of his time to help us. He was very rude, Kinga said — gave her his decision in a single sentence, said goodbye, and hung up, not waiting for her response.
Very Christian.
And people wonder why I’m not a Christian. If it’s true, and Jesus lives in you and all that nonsense, then why don’t we see an effect? Why is the country where something like 97+% of the population professes to be Christian one of the most corrupt in Europe? Why are the rudest, most selfish people those who serve a boss who supposedly gave his life for them?
Ice
A Walk through Centrum
Around School
