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After a most wonderful night sleep in Warsaw, I had breakfeast with the Ambassador and his wife, overlooking the garden and then prepared to go to the station to get my train to Moscow (going through Minsk). As I went down, something happened to me which most horrible people fear with great apprehension: having to meet again face to face the people I traumatised in Warsaw during my turbulent youth. I met again (with great pleasure) our old driver Marek who used to take me to school, for walks in the park and generally take care of me when my parents wanted some peace and quiet. He had not changed one bit, still the same old Marek. After a few emotional moments and a long hug, I apologized to him for my past misbehaviour and he gave me a most wonderful answer: "Well, at least you weren't like a typical ambassadors' son who are normally well behaved, you kept us busy". How very diplomatic. I guess time heals wounds. I also had the pleasure of seeing Dimska, the receptionist, and Mr Jean, another one of those great people who suffered dearly at my hands. It was a very emotional moment, if
all too brief, reminising upon the past years. Marek was then kind enough to drive me to the train station, alas, to the wrong one. We made it at the right station by a thread: I had 10 seconds to spare and rarely saw such good rally driving skills as those demonstrated by Marek. He drove from one side of the city to the other in 10 minutes flat. Marek bid me a wonderful goodbye on the station running alongside the train and wishing me all sorts of good fortunes. I really was surrounded by such good and kind people who are hard to come by. I again want to thank all the staff at the embassy, the ambassador and his wife as well as Dimska, Marek, Mr Jean, Eva, Leokadia and everyone else who took such good care of me while there.

The last European Dictatorship

Degrubenc
2005-12-09 14:21:41

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After a most wonderful night sleep in Warsaw, I had breakfeast with the Ambassador and his wife, overlooking the garden and then prepared to go to the station to get my train to Moscow (going through Minsk). As I went down, something happened to me which most horrible people fear with great apprehension: having to meet again face to face the people I traumatised in Warsaw during my turbulent youth. I met again (with great pleasure) our old driver Marek who used to take me to school, for walks in the park and generally take care of me when my parents wanted some peace and quiet. He had not changed one bit, still the same old Marek. After a few emotional moments and a long hug, I apologized to him for my past misbehaviour and he gave me a most wonderful answer: "Well, at least you weren't like a typical ambassadors' son who are normally well behaved, you kept us busy". How very diplomatic. I guess time heals wounds. I also had the pleasure of seeing Dimska, the receptionist, and Mr Jean, another one of those great people who suffered dearly at my hands. It was a very emotional moment, if
all too brief, reminising upon the past years. Marek was then kind enough to drive me to the train station, alas, to the wrong one. We made it at the right station by a thread: I had 10 seconds to spare and rarely saw such good rally driving skills as those demonstrated by Marek. He drove from one side of the city to the other in 10 minutes flat. Marek bid me a wonderful goodbye on the station running alongside the train and wishing me all sorts of good fortunes. I really was surrounded by such good and kind people who are hard to come by. I again want to thank all the staff at the embassy, the ambassador and his wife as well as Dimska, Marek, Mr Jean, Eva, Leokadia and everyone else who took such good care of me while there.

The train was a very luxurious affair (for a train, that is). I was in first class, had a compartment all to myself with wardrobe, ...