The eye of the storm ... or repair Contd.. And so therefore, will one sunny morning, got to "their" country by deciding to look for someone to "photograph" the roof and stood before the house quite unexpectedly, a family of nine children, in which there would be nothing extraordinary, if not the fact, and OWA family was the main perpetrator of theft and devastation ... horror of horrors ... my already chalupy! Lead by
some inner voice and confidence in my work, so I decided to go ... at the very eye of the storm, thinking at the same time, and what does not kill me makes me stronger!
And so I stood with beating heart of that morning, just before the old building at State Farm, inhabited now by five families, one of which is precisely the "Stealing" family.
Gathering all his strong will and courage together, stood before the door, which, if it were, it could be nicely laid down that a permanent hole ... but unfortunately there was no door ... and only a thick, heavily soiled veil odgradzala me from the "eye of the cyclone." I'm staying on the threshold and not having the courage to get inside, knocked on the door frames are not existing ... and surprisingly, almost immediately behind the curtains zszarzalej emerged in middle-aged gentleman ... that is, Mr. P., the father of the family, as I guessed, and behind him two tall boys, his sons.
looked at each other for a moment in silence, measuring one another glance, and knowing exactly who we are. When I got quite napatrzylismy, I asked politely, Mr. P. wants to or not need to work with me? Mr. P.
almost immediately, as though never on anything else from my side is not waiting ... and to my surprise ... agreed.
I put all three so quickly to the car, as if I was afraid that I change my mind and we went to the cottage. Mr. P. and his sons had seen him already well known cottages, shook his head over the advancing devastation ruins ... deeply indignation and regret at this, and in general such vandalism is still a place in this highly civilized society, as it described the very nicely.
And when he hinted a wheelbarrow ... swore loudly, saying that such people should to be ... and there were showered flowery terms. Then Mr. P. and his sons went eagerly to check whether the wheelbarrow at all is still where I left her, which is in deep bush ... But unfortunately there was already a wheelbarrow, which naturally would expect, and what they caused a new wave of indignation ... and my only surprise. We agreed so
stakes and scope of work, ie the whole picture tiles and roofing. The works were to start tomorrow in the morning, I also had to arrive in four days. After four
Restless days, sleepless nights and four of the "soul of the shoulder," got to the village, all the way thinking about what awaits me this time.
And was waiting ... as usual, quite a few ... this time and of good and evil.
was that good, and Mr. P. actually performed the work and the entire headliner in the form of clay, straw and boards has been blamed.
A bad ... maybe not so bad ... but rather a really ... This was what he saw after "picture below the ceiling."
on the floor piled up heaps of fallen clay, straw, breath and sand ... and the roof zional big black void, among which you could see the beam strongly affected by rot.
groaned terrified, passing rather breaking through the piles of everything i. .. with horror, staring at me over gaping black abyss.
And as already stood almost fainted ... arrived at motorku having some telepathic abilities unless Mr. P.
wesolutko He told about what happened here and the good that it did not see ... because they themselves thought it was all just pile .... but luckily cottage stands, he said zadowlony, to me, pale and sinej with horror, and said that the tiles did not move, because it rained all day Sunday, which was of course consistent with true.
So tomorrow, get on your roof, he said, asking politely if I come, what shook her head, and already at the very thought of this slightly I got.
Thus my chalupa looks after the doings of Mr. P.
