On the eve of the day, loudly and pathetically called the Holy of Independence, only specified reflection can I afford: While it is as it is, and it is as it was before and during the master Henry's time, analogies change, arranges and casts fresh greedy actors of the interior organization arrangements and geopolitical puzzles, I declare not on my way with this company. Not along the way with those who "pray" to sovereignty bring a abroad soldier's shoe to their native land. I remember at a time erstwhile abroad payday was stationed in mine That's why it couldn't be. So what difference does it make in colors? alien to me is simply a stranger, and the land is simply a native one. Not on the way with those who want to hang alternatively of leaves. Not along the way with those who will most likely be demanding the deportation of gorillas from the Silesian land in a minute due to the fact that they want to talk Polish alternatively of noise. Not along the way with those who do not respect my parents, achievements and contributions to the improvement of the country of the full post-war generation, including me and millions of Poles. Not on the way with those who do not respect the soldier's sacrifice of the Polish army what from Lenino to Berlin I would be able to talk Polish today, not German, or possibly even anything at all. No force will force me to put the flag out this year, no force will force me to take part in tearing the flag, no force to wipe my mouth with the pathetic wilderness behind which we, you, they, will not force me to identify with the walkers whoever they are and under whatever the "high" slogan calls for a Christmas walk. Until it is that we live for each other, not just side by side, just not on my way with everything called patriotism. I love Poland, that is why I stay home, and even through the window of the screen I am not going to participate in this vacation parody.
Bożena Gaworska-Aleksandrovich
