In my fresh ‘little country’, in Wielicen, there was a very crucial gathering yesterday at the very highest level. And there are many awesome places for specified meetings, as in fresh years there has been a spectacle-sport hall, a cinema connected to a library, a cafe, a kind of river port connected to the boardwalk, and even in Herburtov – a country hall that dominates all another objects.
So erstwhile the invited guests came down yesterday, their countless cars were packed in the streets around the fresh city. “Beemwice”, “audi”, “volkswagens”, from whites to blacks, and between them – he was the only 1 – was my moped, which I did not clear in time, and which I return from work all evening.
Looking at all this, I felt pride and sadness.
1.DUMA
In the late 1970s, we went with a boy in the Pobiedzisk area, where we decided to quietly preview the celebrated villa tov. Rules, I secretary of KW PZPR in Poznań. It was located on the Dimaczewski Lake and surrounded by the fictitious cottages of the then "establiszment" of the genus Ursula Sipińska.
As long as the cottages made their crazy – for the Polish People's Republic – extravagance (there was besides an African hut, and a Canadian cottage...), it was the office of the Tov. The rules disappoint us. Rectangular bungalow in grey – he could not impress. Like the car, standing on the side of the road (Fiat 126p?).
However, there was a difference, especially erstwhile in the 4th of a century after the war my parents, along with respective families, were stuck in a prewar tenement home with outdoor toilets on 5 families and water in the corridors. And the acquisition of the “Kos” bicycle for the kid grew to a very serious expense.
Many of them noticed this difference at the time, and it was this sense of “difference” that led to spending many days and nights on styrofoam, in fumes of oils and lubricants on the halls of occupied factories.
For better.
There it is. The fleet of cars prowling in narrow alleys showed that the toil of those from Styrofoam did not go for nothing. After all, advancement has been made due to the fact that a small utilized "beemwice" is not Fiat-y126p, and my moped is not a composition of the brand "Kos".
It's improved. And ships and boats. Well, I don't think anyone can deny...
2.SMOTTLE
Unfortunately, what is beautiful and right has been put in danger. Here the EU authorities have voted that in a few, respective years the combustion cars will no longer be able to register, and those that are will should be scrapped faster or slower. And control to a bus or a tram. Even erstwhile you're a region councillor.
This is where it should be mentioned that the plan of the EU authorities is much broader and, according to my view, it can be summarised: Here is Kowalski getting a tattoo (for starters), and there are so many that 1 more, 1 little difference will not make him. With his hand in the drawing, he will open the door, summon an ambulance, buy a margarita, but he will besides gain control of the money allocated to himself in electronic form. I compose “assigned” due to the fact that all works will be carried out for him by ChatGPT and the robots controlled by him, so that the wage for the work will be replaced by basic income (in Poland – PLN 1,300). Also, Kowalski will receive any allocations: 2000 KWh per year of energy, 16 kg of meat per year and 90 kg of dairy, erstwhile a year he will besides buy 8 parts of clothing, and erstwhile all 2 years he will get approval to fly by plane. And no cars. Why? After all, his city will be renamed 15-minute, which means that in practice children will be subjected to distant learning and he will receive the order of the authorities by post, due to the "dialogue" and "partnership" everyone will forget.
Does that mean the failure of food production, clothing...etc? No, only that these areas will be handed over to global corporations. And it will be them who will deliver the “mundours” and the bowls of Brussels soup. However, if Kowalski uses – by failing to see – a small more energy than 2000KWh per year, or eats more steaks, then a ruthless state will enter the game and pay him a punishment tax.
Or even send it to any "FEMA camp" that decomposes easily.
3. In summing up, my child's admiration for the fleet of costly cars, between which my moped was so wrongly entangled. It is essential to admire all the products of human hands and minds that present service people, and next day they will become only a light memory of the ancient past.
It's just a pot from a image of Vermeer.
4. You will ask: Is there an alternative?
There it is.
Dust the Styrofoam, burn the chai and hoarsely with a voice to sing a song about “the walls that will fall.”
And like years ago, I carefully missed the last verse.
Margaret Brat