I left Poland on Corpus Christi Day. There was such excitement at the gas station just before the border that people did not respect the queue to the cash register. As well as the salespeople themselves. Just like the rabble in an imaginary war, leave this place as quickly as possible. Impunity, rudeness, Polishitness. That’s one of the reasons why I always wanted to leave here for always but always stayed / went back. Because it looks as if it is still, unchangeably, impossible to reform, as if no one still consents to this change. A stubborn critical field behind the barn, behind which you throw away everything that gets in your way, but you still have to go through it later. Some short-sighted absurdity, which is deepened by the voracious capitalism instilled in the media. This Poland looks as if everyone accepted the old/new communist/capitalist law, as if they had permission to cheat, and only humor governs it. The only difference is that there was nothing in the communism, but people helped each other more. What damned SHIT. The boundaries have become blurred and intelligent people call this status quo, sometimes communism, sometimes unfinished capitalism, probably based on their own unpleasant memories. What can I say… Excellent.