Actually, what do I compose you? That I live in a country where my compatriots voted for the Prime Minister, who, crying to the German next to him for reparations, was afraid of his own whining and hastily, in fear, offered to pay compensation to victims of German crimes by Poland? That it is the surviving victims of the Germans who have their own taxes to pay the damages?
What do you want me to say? That this man side by side with Germany, having only 50,000 people alive and injured, perpetuates this number in public space? That those who survived find out that 6 million of our countrymen... their wives, husbands, fathers, mothers, friends, didn't truly matter? That the Germans killed them and valued them at 0 gold, and he accepts that?
What do you want me to say? That my government spokesperson is happy like a child, that the Germans gave him any parchments and a fragment of the sculpture of the head of St James the Elder? Fragment. While from Warsaw alone they drove 45,000 cars filled with spoils - property from apartments, buildings, institutions, cultural goods? That my government spokesperson calls it a historical moment?
I can only compose you 1 thing. That I'm ashamed. It's just embarrassing. I'm speechless.
(Lemingopedia 3.0)
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