A Day of Emotion
It was early September 1987. 7 subversives gathered at Monica Jarota's apartment. The walls of the area where the gathering took place were almost entirely enclosed and covered with shelves full of books. A watcher among many legal publications could besides see a fine collection of second literature, banned by the authorities of circulation. The tape recorder produced silent sounds of illegally recorded songs by Jack Kaczmarski. Collected, they were: Janek Migalski, teacher of Polish language, formerly besides a songwriter and actor of 1 of the youth cabarets so numerously operating in Bydgoszcz in 1981 – the year of freedom; Anita Bardach, past teacher, colporteur of second circulation publications; Ryszard Gamza, editor of the independent magazine “Meldunk”, from the passion of the philosopher; Natalia Pol, colporteur, student of past (her parents' flat frequently held patriotic evenings); Krzysztof Karczewski, erstwhile political prisoner, editor-in-chief of “Meldunk”, printer, organizer of the network of illegal publishing points, teacher and landlord of Monika Jarot's apartment, past teacher, repeatedly released from work for teaching the truth. The gathering devoted to the plans to make secret sets of teaching has just ended. There was homemade wine on the table. Alcohol clearly revived the atmosphere. Only the sitting small on the sidelines, Christopher was wandering his head somewhere far away. It's been 3 years since the painful experience of the fall and of the investigators. After nearly a year, he returned to business. First as a private colporteur, he later received further assignments. He divided up and trotted himself to make amends to the Fatherland for the moments of weakness shown in prison, and above all to rehabilitate himself in his own eyes. The joy of life disappeared somewhere, and all waking morning appeared to him as a prediction of cataclysms that could fall upon him. He was avoiding people. They knew, or they should, and he felt bad about it. He knew that only due to delicacy nobody returned to the 1984 events. But he remembered them. He knew that a flaw burned to the soul would stay there forever. – The gathering is over, time to go – he thought. The unexpected doorbell signal intrigued everyone. It was almost midnight, and this is an different time to visit. safety services mostly did not enter the apartments during the nighttime silence. But this could not be excluded. A small afraid with Janka's assistant housekeeper went to the hall. Looking through the viewfinder, they noticed about a twenty-six-year-old man whose face was almost entirely covered by black, lush facial hair, and long-haired women's hair was tied in a stump. Sebastian Dudek was easy recognized. The sooner his door was opened.
– How long should I flourish here? – Seba called. I knew I'd find you here. Krzysztof was there? – he asked again.
- Yeah. She is in the area – Monika informed.
– Hello and hello! – a fresh guest called, looking into the surviving room. – A homeland in need, and you are partying here? – Sebastian Dudek joked; he was a Bydgoszczian but besides a nationwide leader of the Freedom and Peace movement, who brought together people who refused to accept the charter of appointment to the army, regardless of what they were guided by. The motivations were different, any were simply afraid, others knowing how frequently the communists utilized conscripts to fight against the nation, wanted to avoid a situation in which they made them choose between the death punishment for refusing to obey an order and shooting their brothers, as well as against all forms of pacifist violence.
Sebastian's arrival clearly revived the atmosphere. Dudek was frequently the soul of companionship. He could talk live about his adventures. Krzysztof liked the recently arrived guest, although with the WiP movement he did not identify, among another things due to the variety of motivations of his participants as well as the pacifism he disagreed with. He decided to provoke the discussion.
– Tell me Sebastian, what will you do if the Russians come in – he said. You're a pacifist. You can't hold a gun. You're just gonna watch them kill our people?
– What do you mean, what? – answered Dudek. I'm gonna catch the weapon and go shoot. Like ducks. My hand won't tremble.
– You're specified a pacifist, Karczewski.
– I am a pacifist – Seba insisted – a planet without armies, wars, that is what I dream about. Until otherwise, however, I accept the rules that apply. If you gotta fight a weapon in your hand, I won't be missed!
At the time, an extra glass for the guest appeared on the table. Monica filled him with wine.
– Before I join the organization – Sebastian addressed it – I would like to have a word alone with Krzysztof. Do you have a spare corner here?
Go to Mom's room. She left – told Jarota. No 1 will bother you there.
– I like the kitchen there – Karczewski proposed, going in the indicated direction. The others in the guest area were not surprised. The conspiracy rules were known to them. The little you know, the better for you and the others.
– There's a case – Dudek started – you know we're organizing hunger in Różewicz's defense?
I know. You start on Sunday with the Jesuits – he replied. I went to see Peter's mom yesterday.
And what? – asked Seb.
- Wrong. She just came back out of sight. She was beautiful upset. She said to the breaking voice that Rose would never be the same again. She was afraid that after these experiences she would no longer come to herself.
Piotr Różewicz went to communist prison for the 3rd time. He was first arrested in February 1982, shortly after the introduction of martial law, for printing the Bydgoszcz Informator. The case was then handled by the Military interior Services. For the second time he was arrested in May 1983 for participating in an illegal demonstration, he left in July under amnesty. This time he refused to accept the charter of appointment. He's been in prison for months.
– I was just about to starve – Dudek continued, you see, Wretek ratted.
- What?
– No Antek, the 1 whose old is simply a general – explained Seba – the debacle suspected that we were up to something. They picked up the kid, threatened him, held on at first, but erstwhile they threatened to tell daddy, and he's frightened like a fire, the boy broke. He admitted we were preparing a hunger. He didn't give a deadline if he believed him. He pretended he didn't. erstwhile they let him go, he reported everything to us. That's good. At least we know they're getting ready for us.
– Now what? You cancel? – he asked about the destiny of his colleague Krzysztof.
- No, I don't. We're going as planned. It's just that now we're not going anywhere. You don't really know how much I had to do erstwhile I went to your home so I wouldn't bring my tail behind me. There is no 1 to send to Warsaw for a paper. If we send 1 of ours, it's not adequate to get busted, they'll track the printer down by the way. And there's a fresh “Agnus”, a communicative about hunger, and quite a few another papers.
– I say you're going to send me there? - Christopher came in.
– Yes, it does – Dudek answered insecurely. - You're not in the WiP. Esbecia most likely thinks that after those hard times, you've backed out. Experience. You've been driving contraband a lot, and you're most likely inactive doing it, and we truly don't have anyone to send.
When? – Krzysztof went to the specifics.
Tomorrow. Seba looked at the watch. I mean today. You're out of your mind. The only train leaves at 6am – protested Karczewski – is after midnight. I won't sleep for 3 hours.
– What can I do – explained Dudek – in Warsaw they know that the courier will be there tomorrow. You can't undo it. It just happened.
Christopher looked at his watch with concern. She was closing in at 1 a.m. By the time he gets home, it'll be 2 o'clock, and by 5 at the latest, we'll gotta get up. He wasn't thrilled. This is serious. He can't say no.
- Okay. Where and why should I report? – Karczewski asked. How much is it? Bag, backpack?
“The backpack, specified a handheld 1 is enough,” said Seba. – First you will check in on Żoliborz, there you will receive the fresh issue “Agnus” and posters with information about our hunger. We care about this stuff the most. That's why you'll start at this point. Here are the addresses. Seba gave Christopher the card. Learn by heart and burn.
– It seems apparent – Karczewski entered a colleague's word. This 1 just smiled and continued:
– erstwhile you get to the address, you'll say you came for apples. It's a password. You understand. He said, "There's only raspberry left." If you do it there, you'll go to the next point.
Karczewski, according to his custom, ran into the platform at the last minute. The express to Warsaw was placed at 6 p.m. He didn't even close the door before the train left. There were seats here, however, utilizing the fact that the compartment was almost empty and not checking which place it belonged to, he chose to sit by the window. He had 3 hours of sleep behind him, and that was even a small short for him, so he decided to sleep on the journey. He almost immediately traveled to dreamland. He didn't announcement erstwhile they passed Toruń, Włocławek, Kutno. It was only in West Warsaw that Krzysztof was awakened by the increased movement of the traveling companions. At first he didn't know where he was or what he was doing here. He's recovered. His consciousness slow returned. He looked out the window. The large inscription “West Warsaw” left no doubt. The Central will be here any minute. Time to go. After a while he left the train. The station was depressing. The innumerable number of police patrols dressed in moro seemed to indicate that the martial law continued here. Karczewski didn't have any bad materials on him, yet he didn't feel safe here. After leaving the hall, he felt a clear relief. At first he jumped close kiosks in search of the Warsaw plan. Maps these days were a deficit commodity. However, he hoped that in the capital, where even cocoa sometimes appeared in sales, the city plan would besides be available. After respective failed attempts, he lost hope. In addition, erstwhile asked for directions, the kioskars did not know where the street he sought was, or claimed that it was so far distant that it was impossible to explain how to get there. – What to do here – Krzysztof wondered. There's not much time, and we gotta act. He recalled a relation he had made in June that year. In Gdańsk he met Varszawianka Ania Kowalczyk during his examination for studies. They exchanged addresses. A failed student besides gave him her telephone number. He could not retaliate due to the fact that he did not have one. – I will call – he thought – whether he will choice up, whether he will be home.
There was no problem uncovering a pay phone. The camera even worked. After 2 signals, a woman's voice spoke:
- Yes, I'm listening.
Christopher wasn't precisely certain who he was talking to, so he asked:
– May I have Anne, please?
– Speaking.
– It's me.
- Ooh! You're here! Cool! Of course you'll come by my place?
– Of course, if you invitation me, but only for a moment, due to the fact that I have any things to do in Warsaw.
- Come on in!
– I'm running, just tell me how to get to you. I'm around rotunda.
– Take the tunnel to the tram stop. Get on tram number 11, towards the bathroom. You'll get off at the seventh stop. There's an intersection with my street. Do you know his name?
– I know, I mean the street and my home number is written down.
– I'll wait.
After 20 minutes of driving, the oppositionist got off at the indicated stop. He was waiting for her, small blonde, with her hair cut short. They knew each another recently. Both in July of that year tried to get into college at the University of Gdańsk, although everyone in a different direction. Anne wanted to become a biologist, while Krzysztof wanted to be a psychologist. Both failed, though for a different reason. Karczewski wanted to know the reason for the insufficient assessment from the written Polish language. He volunteered for the recruitment committee. They refused to show him the work and to discuss the reasons why he received specified a low degree. As shortly as he left the committee, 1 of her members followed him.
– Mr. Karczewski – called. The oppositionist turned around. Seeing a female walking towards him, he thought he had left something in his office. – Mr Krzysztofie – the secretary of the committee started – our direction was created conditionally. We were told that if we were to accept specified as you – a female let down her eyes, looking for the right word – no patriots, they would shut him down after a year. You gotta realize us. Sorry – she added, letting her eyes down. Then she went away. Christopher was standing like a brick. He didn't anticipate that kind of honesty. He didn't even have time to thank her for the truth. He knew that by saying those words, she risked it. Anne just didn't get in. She was under stress. She left the day before Christopher. He decided to take her to the train. Walking from the dormitory towards the station and at the station itself, they saw inscriptions calling from the walls: “Solidarity”, “KPN”, “Get out of the commune” and others. Most of them were already painted, but they inactive went through white paint. That's why they didn't want me here – Karczewski thought. The train was 3 hours late, which in the PRL was not unusual, but alternatively standard. They walked in the train station for a long time. They were on the same wavelengths, so they rapidly found a common language.
– Hi – said Anna. I came to get you so you wouldn't miss the bus stop. I'm glad you're here. I never believed we'd see each another again.
– good to see you besides – he thanked Krzysztof kindly for his kind words of welcome. I promised I'd halt by 1 day and keep my word.
They were moving slow towards the Warsaw quarters. It was just across the street. So they got there fast. The first level home of the Kowalczyks was surrounded by a beautifully maintained garden, to which the decorative gate led. It all upset Karczewski. In the times of the Polish People's Republic, only communist dignitaries, the privatists they fought against, and those who inherited specified from their ancestors, could afford a home of their own. Ani's parents, Christopher, did not know which group, although the home seemed to be old. The housekeeper decided to take a guest in the surviving room. Here on the old dresser was the bust of Marshal Józef Piłsudski, and on the wall there was an eagle in the crown of the Jagiellonian era, a symbol of independent Poland. It all calmed the fresh arrival. No organization dignitary would keep specified things in the home and in plain sight.
Coffee? – asked Anne.
I'd love to. I haven't slept much last night. A solid dose of caffeine will get me back on my feet. – After a while they talked to each another like old good friends, and they barely knew each other. Have you decided what to do next?
– I enrolled in a post-secondary study, zootechnics.
– But next year you will effort again to Gdańsk? – he entered her word Krzysztof.
I don't think so. I'd be stressed again. I'd get even bigger complexes.
– Oh, there. It didn't work once, the crown didn't fall off your head. You gotta keep trying. Next time you go to the loose exam, it'll work. My older, much older colleague spent 7 years spending on fine arts. He yet began to treat the exams as a kind of outdoor plastic. The eighth time it worked, and here's the wife, the kids, the job. He asked for a transfer to the outback, but the possibility, as it turned out, was not there. He yet decided on a day. He's a part-time worker, household visits on weekends.
Christopher discreetly looked at the cuckoo clock hanging on the wall. Time passed and he came to Warsaw with a circumstantial task. Finally, he raised the subject:
Anne, I have any business to attend to in DC. If you'd like to accompany me, show me the way, we'd have more time together. It'll just take me a minute to get to the places I request to go. You wouldn't have waited long," said Karczewski.
– I would love to – Anna agreed. - Where do I drive?
In the Tucholska area.
– I think I know where it is. I'll take a look at the map to make sure. She pulled the Warsaw plan from the drawer. Just as I thought, Żoliborz.
– This second place is Myśliborska," added Krzysztof.
– I think it's Pearna, I'll check. Yeah, that's right. It's a full different part of town. What time is your train back? – she asked the blonde.
– Eighteen o'clock, first and last.
– Well, in order to make it, we've got to get going. Our communications aren't working very well.
– Just like everywhere," said Krzysztof. After a while, they beat each another up with a broken tram. The sound was that it was impossible to talk. After forty minutes, they reached Żoliborz.
– Why is it so blue? – asked Krzysztof, worried about the immense number of militia bitches and patrolling.
– Blue and green," said Anne, referring to the moro uniforms.
– You know what – Karczewski noticed the cafe, pointing out it, added – you will wait for me here, and I will settle my affairs. I'll be back in 20 minutes at the latest, coffee, it could be frozen, or whatever you want, I'm buying.
– Oh, I will choose something peculiar – she was joking blonde – I will not even look at the price.
After a while, Karczewski was heading to a known address. He was very frightened of the number of passing patrols. It looked like martial law was inactive going on here. Now he's clean, but he'll be back in a minute with a backpack stuffed with paper. What happens if 1 of the passing patrols wants to check its contents? Just thinking, he got to the point. He stood under a summer-old tenement. The flat he was about to scope was in the attic of the official. He climbed to the top floor. He stopped at the door. Are you certain he remembers the address correctly? What if he is wrong? Fortunately, the password was designed so that it could be recovered somehow. Without seeing the bell, he knocked vigorously. The door was opened by a young man with a long beard and hair reaching his shoulders. He looked at the guy waiting.
– Good morning. I came for apples – Karczewski most likely gave the password.
– There are only raspberries left – an agreed answer was given. Come on in.
The long-haired brought Christopher into a tiny room.
From where and from whom? – the question was asked.
- Bydgoszcz. I was expected to choice up Agnus and another food supplies. Seba sent me.
– Paul, come here – the host cried through the open door. There's a courier from Bydgoszcz. A man of at least 30 came out of the second room. He was wearing work clothes, and his hands were covered in paint.
– After “Agnusa?” he asked and without waiting for an answer, he added: “We will not spend.
– Not ready yet? – Karczewski asked.
Ready. Since yesterday. It's all on time. You saw what was happening out there.
– Is it always like this with you?
– That's the thing, no. present they hide the parish priest from the parish of St. Stanislaus Kostka, the erstwhile head of the holy memory of Father Popieluszko. That's how many dogs in town. They're looking for the flyers they brought with them. There's no request to take any chances.
Krzysztof felt right about these arguments, on the another hand he knew that it was those materials that the WiP boys cared most about. So he tried to fight again, although without conviction.
Yeah, quite a few them, but erstwhile I was on my way here, no 1 hit me, no ID. Looks like a force demonstration to me.
– No way – Paul definitely cut off, besides much hazard for you and us. You want any coffee?
- No, I don't. Thank you and I'm leaving – Krzysztof, who answered to the exit, answered – I inactive have a fewer things to do in Warsaw.
– Then be careful, at the station they can flunk – warned the host. You better come home empty today. It took Karczewski little than 5 minutes to scope the cafe where Ania was just finishing her coffee. He inactive paid for it.
“You are verbal,” she said. I thought you'd be gone.
Christopher just smiled. After a while, they beat each another up by trams and buses towards Żerania. The Royal Bathrooms passed along the way.
– Oh, I would come to Warsaw 1 day – I dreamt of Krzysztof – just walking around, visiting.
Come on in, Anna smiled. I'll talk to my parents, they'll agree so you can stay the night. You'll have plenty to spare.
They yet got there.
– I know, I gotta wait again – Anna spoke. There's a square. I'll sit on 1 of the benches.
Christopher didn't gotta do it again. He took a fast step to the next address. They didn't make any problem here. He was supplied with the Parisian “Cultura”, “Aneks”, “Review of Agency News” and respective sets of banned books. Krzysztof wrapped it in clothes he was carrying with him for this purpose, then put it in his backpack. It's all so you can't see what it's stuffed with.
– Take care of yourself – he heard off.
Anne looked at the watch – it's time to head for the station.
– Are you certain you don't have a later train?
- No, I don't.
- But you'll come back? Of course you do, and then you'll show me around the charming places of your town.
I'd love to. After 20 minutes of driving the shaking tram they reached Marszałkowska, they were to walk further. Central was close. At 1 point they passed the flower shop.
– Anne, wait a minute – said Krzysztof, going back to her.
Again?!
Karczewski chose the most beautiful of the bouquets of milling. After a while he handed it to his companion.
– This is for a good day," he said.
Surprised, Anne's blushing. The smiling eyes and lips indicated that she enjoyed the gesture. They were walking in silence for a while. Suddenly, Ania opened up to him and began with the same sincerity as at the Gdańsk station, telling Christopher everything that happened in her life recently. Her mouth didn't close. Clearly, she truly enjoyed the presence of Karczewski. Do not know erstwhile they reached Warsaw Central Station Hall. Christopher's face fell off immediately. It was even green from the Mo officers dressed in moro. “They didn’t slap me this morning – he tried to comfort himself – I’m going to sneak in. From the main hall they went down to the corridors moving over the tracks. They chose the right platform and entered the escalator to pull down. Then the conspirator noticed at their departure 4 militiamen checking the luggage of travellers. His legs got soft as if they were cotton wool. He looked up. He could run against the current, pushing through the crowd – it occurred to him. It's not going to work, it's not going to work, it's not going to work, it's going to be besides tight and this patrol crossing the mountain, it's going to get their attention. What to do? – he thought intensely. The stairs were constantly approaching the platform. - What about Ania? They're gonna lock her up, but she doesn't know anything. They won't believe it. She needs to be rescued, warned. He has to pretend they don't know each other. He had already wanted to give her instructions erstwhile she, seeing the paleness of his face and the panic in his eyes, figured out everything. She put her left arm around him, put her head on his arm, like they were a couple. The bouquet held in her right hand raised it higher so that it was well visible. I'm certain she heard his heartbeat accelerated.
– She'll be fine – she's inactive whispering to him. And they had to leave the escalator. The "in love couple" did not rise interest in the patrol standing here. They took care of it with the baggage of a higher-ranked man. Young people approached a white line that should not be crossed before the train arrived.
– Thank you – Krzysztof spoke to Ani with a trembling voice. talker announced the arrival of the warehouse to Bydgoszcz. – possibly we can hug even more – Krzysztof was joking – you know, just for the sake of the unknown. Or you should have said it again, she put her arms around him.
– Only for the unknowable? – she asked. Karczewski felt a bit restrained, he did not know precisely what he should answer. Will you come? - But just for me.
– I'll come, he promised. And only for you.
After a while he was in his compartment. He had a seat by the window. He took off his backpack full of contraband. He checked to see if it was well tied. He then placed it on a luggage shelf. He thought it was the safest. As if something was happening on the train, he could always go to Wars and pretend it wasn't his luggage. There was Anne behind the window all the time. Karczewski opened it to say goodbye again. The squad's on the move.
– See you later – he called again, nodding her so long as she disappeared from his sight. He didn't know it was their last meeting. He came to the capital respective more times. He's never called before. In the days of the Polish People's Republic, long-distance calls were ordered at the post office and a fewer hours were waiting for their implementation. If he had a telephone at home, he'd most likely try. Long waiting at the post office was unacceptable to him. Each visit to Warsaw began from a telephone call to Ani. Although he repeated these tests during the day, he never succeeded in uncovering her. It wasn't until the 3rd visit that he called her. This was half an hr before the train left. The gathering was besides late. They only talked to each another from a distance. After all, Karczewski lost his telephone number somewhere. Yes, he tried to search the telephone book. The Kowalczyks in Warsaw were over a hundred, and the street name did not remember, so he gave up. During his long stay in D.C., he even tried to find her house, but missed. Meanwhile, the train reached West Warsaw. Christopher looked out the window with anxiety. The platform was quiet. Not many passengers, no patrols. Finally, the train left the capital. Emotions have slow subsided. Karczewski did not anticipate further adventures. He didn't know how incorrect he was. slow calmed down, yet fell asleep.
Meanwhile, close Bydgoszcz Foresta station parked not the first youth Fiat 125p. Romuald Gamza and future doctor Paweł Korbak arrived. Their occupation was to choice up bad goods from Krzysztof and drive him to safety. Karczewski commissioned Gamzie with full confidence. However, by violating the principles of conspiracy, he asked Paul, who had his own means of transport, for help. Gamza felt that the carriage of contraband by car would be more comfortable and safer. They left the car in no hurry. At the train station, they checked the time of arrival. Turns out they came 40 minutes early. The station building was grey and cold, and it was raining outside. They decided to wait for the train in the car.
Paul was a beginner doctor, in the hospital, the lung of the sick was interned just erstwhile Krzysztof was in the agonist state. Karczewski survived contrary to the doctor's prognosis, and his past was presented in trainings for physicians in which Korbak participated. This was important, on the 1 hand, in order to draw attention to the reasons why first contact doctors could not admit the disease, on the another hand – to convince young physicians that the fight for human life should be fought for the end, even erstwhile negotiations do not give emergence to a chance. Paul was active in the conspiracy by his younger brother Maciej, who together with Krzysztof was an altar boy in Bydgoszcz's basilica.
At 1 point, close the station, a polonaise with a civilian registration number stopped in the shade of the trees. He stopped with the lights out. The conspirators were afraid about his BAC 4880.
– Do I remember correctly – asked Paul – that Krzysztof at the training said that the SB cars at the end of the registration have the letter O, for the unknowable number 0?
– I am afraid that not only we – Romuald replied – want to take over the transport of the paper. In fact, it was the same car that participated in the arrest of Karczewski in January 1984.
– What we do – Paul wondered loudly. – possibly we can get to Solec Kujawski, the last 1 before Bydgoszcz the station where the express stands. We'd inform Christopher, the paper would take over 1 of us, yet throw her out the window. Gamza looked at the watch. - besides late. If he's on schedule, that's where he's going. “We must think of something quickly,” Paul was concerned.
Meanwhile, the unsuspecting Karczewski noticed through the windows of the train the first buildings of his town. He was relieved. 1 more minute, he'll hand over the contraband to his colleague and breathe relief. He slow removed his backpack and headed for the exit. He knew that the train was very short at Bydgoszcz Forest station. This journey cost him quite a few nerve.
Meanwhile, Romuald and Paul have already left the car. They stalled the platform. They were waiting for the train's announcement, watching the fishy polonaise stealthly. 4 men sitting in it left the car. 3 entered the platform, the 4th remained at the gate leading through the tracks.
– The Warsaw Central – Bydgoszcz Główna train will enter the second platform – announced a voice from megaphones.
– Now what? – he asked Gamz nervously.
“We must inform Christopher,” said Paul. - But how? We'll end up getting busted besides – Romuald panicked.
Paul realized that he could not number on a friend. The 2 of them would have a better chance of tracking down the wagon where the courier is going. On the another hand, taking the frightened Gamza with him is besides a risk. – Stay here and watch the exit – said Korbak – erstwhile we are taken, you will notify whom you need. Sam went to the platform. 3 sad gentlemen were already there. They set up at all length. They pretended to be curious in the tops of their shoes. They stole people from the platform. – Where to set up here – Korbak wondered – in which car is Krzysztof going? He hoped that Karczewski would stand at the door, which would make it easier to give him a sign of danger. He'll get on the train to Bydgoszcz Main. Is this gonna work? It all depends on what kind of carriage the courier is going to ride in. If in the first or last, the full plan is ruined. Gamza would be easier. They'd set up in 2 different places, which would make their chances rise. Yeah. At least I'll try. The free train was rolling on the platform. The sad gentlemen have revived. First wagon, second, third, fourth, fifth. There's Christopher at the door. Paul's following the wagon. The train stopped. Karczewski opened the door. Korbak wasn't waiting. As he walked up the stairs, he said:
- Esbecs on the platform. I'll cover you, and you pop out the door on the other side of the track and walk. Christopher didn't gotta do it again. He jumped to the platform. Fortunately, it was dark. There was a communication way for freight trains bypassing Bydgoszcz. Behind the forest. Karczewski laid down between the embankments and crawled towards the train riding. What will the esbecs do? Will they sit down, stay on the platform or leave erstwhile the train leaves? – he wondered. The lineup was moving. Karczewski crawled as fast as he could. So far, he's been blocked by a train. erstwhile the last car passed him, he lay down. He was still. The heart was pounding. He knew he couldn't panic due to the fact that he'd start making mistakes, just like he did erstwhile he ran away, he confused the gates. He ran into a yard where there was no way out, resulting in a fewer months behind bars.
Gamza stood with the headphone in the telephone booth located at the station. He pretended to be talking, he actually watched the platform exit. It was left by 2 esbeks. Where's the third? Why is Paul not here? What about Krzysztof? – specified questions he asked himself.
- We're going to Main. Gamza heard part of the conversation of sad gentlemen passing him. The boys at the station only know him from photography. The voices are silent. The esbecs packed up in the polonium and drove off. – What to do – wondered Romuald, start an alarm or wait until tomorrow?
Meanwhile, on the train, Paul sought a conductor to buy a ticket from him. He came across an esbek who systematically looked into the next compartments. – They are looking for Karczewski – Korbak thought – by the way, I wonder who leaked the paint, how they knew about the transport. The officer noticed Paul, and he was watching him clearly. At the same time, the conductor besides appeared. The conspirator immediately grabbed him, – Do you know from which platform the train to Laskowice leaves? I don't have much time to change. Here's a ticket to Main. I got on the Forest. "In fact, he spoke these words with the officer in mind. He wanted to put his defender down. We did it. Esbek passed the interviewers and continued to vetting the compartments.
Karczewski was inactive lying between the embankments. He was wondering if he could get up. He mildly raised his head, looked at the platform. There was no one. He moved towards the Forest of Gdańsk. After a while, he found himself behind dense bushes. Again, this time calmly, he looked at the station. Empty. He felt safe. You gotta think about what's next. The contraband didn't want to quit. Fortunately, he knew these areas well. He decided to walk through the forests in an area of bad fame called London. He knew that cowardly militiamen specified places utilized to avoid a wide arch. Krzysztof crossed the track again before Market. He was already in Bydgoszcz. He chose the side streets, the lighted streets, where, in addition to the chews, fewer people had the courage to roll. Karczewski would alternatively get his teeth kicked by a bum than get caught by officers. He was already in prison, and he wasn't going back. He was heading for Długa, where he lived at that time, or was hiding. The first major obstacle will be Dworcowa Street. There were patrols walking densely and in fours. 1 of the militiamen could read, the another could write, and the another 2 were the guards, due to the fact that the scholars go, as they were then joking with the government authorities. Before the intersection, he slowed down, discreetly looked both ways. The patrol was walking, but he turned his back on him. The conspirator decided to go to the another side. You don't know where the mo bitch came from. They drove by, not paying attention to the passerby. After passing the unfriendly Dworcowa Street, Marcinkowskiego Street reached Brda Coast, covered with dense bushes. He decided the Red Army (today Foch) street for safety reasons to cross the road leading under the bridge. It was full of broken bottles and another garbage.
– Kick the smoke – he heard from the drunk thugs in the bushes.
– I don't smoke, but I can throw myself a party. Christopher didn't want to mess with the bums. - You got five, that's all I got.
He rapidly pulled a coin out of his wallet and moved on. On the retreat he heard a gibberish “respect”. After a while, he reached the bridge on the winding stairs. From there, he was not afraid of a busy artery, which was frequently traversed by patrols of the Military interior Service. Only in the state of war did they choice on civilians. Their main task was to pursuit soldiers on free passes. “Right after that, he will be on the Mill Island,” he calculated – this is another place where the militia does not grow at night, and the MO water station located there after dusk is closed to 4 triggers. From the island it is already a proverbial throw of beret on the Long, where he lived. There were no Red Army patrols. After a while, Karczewski was already on the island. Its center led the old, hardened cat head road. Most of the island was covered with weeds, which consisted of old trees, chaotic shrubs, and all kinds of weeds. Christopher was slow relaxing. It passed the water police station. It was the only illuminated place on the island. The another single tubes never worked. Evening times didn't even come here. The conspirator knew he was safe here. He left the stone track, walked on the shore of Brda. On the left was the wreck of MIG-15. As a child, he frequently played here with his cousin, who 1 day locked himself in the pilot’s cabin. It's just that breaking the window made it possible for him to leave the plane. Krzysztof left the Mill Island by another bridge. He's headed for the street. It is due to the fact that there was no lighting on it and that it was leaving almost other the building in which it was housed. It was an address unknown to the service yet, it would be rather safe there. Reflecting on the closeness of the home has weakened his alertness. He entered Long Street, turning right under a patrol coming from the other side, and it was adequate before leaving The pledge looks discreetly, wait in the dark until the militia passes on. He's upped his pace. He wanted to scope the door of his tenement home in front of the uniforms, erstwhile they were close, he grabbed the door handle. He did so besides violently, thus raising suspicions about the upcoming patrol.
- Citizen! What's your hurry? Stop.
Karczewski, walking through the gate, pretended not to hear. – What next – he wondered – down the stairs and then across the yard to Pod Blanky Street, or run to his apartment, or he could hide in his own basement? He chose the another one. He rapidly climbed to the first floor. He heard cops entering the tenement house. He held his breath and listened.
– Stay at the door so he doesn't run away, and I'll see if there's another way out. – The same voice after a while, a bit suppressed: – Witek, rapidly follow me! He ran right through our backyard.
When only the voices of the militias ran away, Krzysztof moved on. He yet got to his second floor. He tried to scope the castle with his hands shaking. We did it. He went inside. He sat down. It worked again.
