2001 Rockwood Roo 23 Travel Trailer

When Nature Calls ...

... finally gave of himself to know, wybudzajac me good with pozimowego lethargy.
Make me work! Concerned also about new phones neighbor intrusions into the hut and led some inner impulse, I left.
This time, fortunately, is not alone. Son, with whom this memorable day is less than two years ago I found a TOC ... "Miracle", and just having an interruption in the collection of science, he accepted the Seeking the excursion together. And as that plan was riding my autkiem, and he knowing that I have some strange abilities ... to a fairly rapid oduczania place once acquired skills, especially when it comes to fork autkiem, he decided to accompany.
And he was not at all, seeing my desperate maneuvers on the road, took over the reins in his hands, considering that I am extremely hopeless case, what he have not yet had occasion to meet. Poubolewal yet over last year's numerous "injuries" Matizka, and there were little, shook his head over my "ignorance", then I sighed, and ... we left.

Along the way, we visited my dear Mr. Mieczyslaw, who though
"very posypujacy August, but still running and in a cheerful mood, przydreptal leaning on his cane, to sit with me a while though for a short on the bench before the house and socialize.

Then we went to the hut. As usual, the soul on the shoulder and then a great relief to say that all ... okay. Everything, except a few "goodies" ...
Cottage constant. In its entirety. Barn also. Woods also had a closer look. Stream flowed rapidly. As if nothing had happened. But ...?!
And yet ... something is happening.
barn door from where tools were put together, the old windows from the recovery, chairs, stol. .. and this whole mess building, now closed by a padlock, which, however, earlier, according to. Someone opened a neighbor relationship.
After vetting everything that came to the conclusion that nothing was missed, types of harvesting ... brush, which you wanted to podzols trees. So someone demanded so much trouble to the wall nailed to the barn plot of forest net pull from the wall, move it, open the padlock on the barn door, enter, and from so many things that were there, do not take nothing but ... a small brush?
Strange, as one might think. Very strange. With so many stalls also someone broke the door and vanish ... two suporeksy.
And actually it's nothing, because surely none of them were killed, only those "little things"! So there is no reason to worry ....!
But my calm disappeared.
Especially when I found out from the neighbor, who oversees the house and in my trailer which it stands, with a poisoned her dog, became alarmed in earnest. I became suspicious. My assumption affirmed neighbor. It turned out that we think about the same person. So about my former guardian - Mirku. This summer he poisoned the dog in the village ... big and beautiful German shepherd. And in total, according to the already poisoned the relationship ... seven dogs! His ... ax and killed the forks! And that's in front of their own children! So
however i was wrong!
And how will I naive, I thought, and Mirek is just a drunk and a poor father of nine children, who should immediately help. I do not remember all the warnings, made him keeper of her home, being almost certain, and therapy work reference the desired effect, and with Mirek somehow, as a single touch of magic wands - suddenly transformed in an exemplary father and a citizen of his village! Unfortunately, Mirek had no intention to give yourself "humanize" and yet it is some alien babie! Somehow the more fit it on a local degenerate and a thief. I continue to steal everything they could and what was in the range and ... naturally also in me.
All this could be, in principle, hand swing, which also have I done, giving up only the services of Mr. Mirko. And that was to be done. Unfortunately not the end no. In the area because there is poisoning dogs.
A dog poisoning is another matter. It's already much more than ordinary theft.
And I thought with horror of his children, which not only with this knowledge, but are probably silent witnesses to these deeds! I worried that ... where the Deviation Przejma father? Cause as to whether the two oldest 18 and 19 - year olds already went in his footsteps, no doubt. And what about the rest?
Well remember these children, so much more innocent and lovable, and it is glad with what helped me in everything ... despite the fact that their father turned out to be a complete idiot!
And now those dogs!?
What to do with the neighbor we wondered? About going to the police is lacking. Everyone in the village are afraid of Mirek and his sons. Afraid of their revenge.
Vengeance, which I feel in my own body, because the burglary is his work, as a punishment for it that he resigned from his services permanently, thereby ceasing to fund his alcohol aspirations. So now I have for her!
Oh, but we will have with this "conundrum" to do something ... just WHAT?

Son slyszyc all of me shook his head, saying, "Oh, mother ... and you really want to live here!!
always says to me" mother "when he wants to condemn me. This is the current jargon Apparently adolescent.
... surely it's crazy!, he looked at me grimly.
... sigh ... the lunatics are also needed ... then there is balance, just waved her hand.
son shook his head, saying once again, and I'm obviously very special case of mad ... and the waste of time ...!

Exactly, time was pressing, so I said goodbye neighbor and came back again to the hut, on which this view has re-released the son of a prolonged cry of "Oh ... mother!"
What this meant in this case, just the recognition!
What he saw differed from the scary image of ruins, who remembered the last year.
grew from immediately accepting of this highly visual, thinking, perhaps, is not really that bad, and in spite of threats, and their foot here never set on the sea of \u200b\u200btears as I poured, already thinking about whether or not to buy this miracle ... My children, however, very fond of this place and feel like they will bump into here!

After all, there was a very enjoyable part of a day - that is spring-cleaning.
And I got dressed as soon as their work attire, and very pretty green-gray gumiaczki ... throwing himself with passion into her work, as if this all my life depended ... I felt right in his element, forgetting about Mirku, its maneuvers and throughout God's world.
Sunshine shining and it was wonderfully, and we bielilismy przycinalismy and trees.
And even a very happy little boy, he worked with like.
And I again felt the "wind in your hair" and the irresistible desire some sort of action i. .. a rising power and the immediate desire to insert their hands into the ground and sow and mow ... mason and i. .. "Move mountains"!
I believe that anything is possible! And when we sat
at the end of tinned Jablonka, and I looked after his unsuccessful beautiful, wild garden, who's son called the "chaszczowiskiem", and in which only in principle Jablonki presented themselves extremely well ... my breathtaking zaparlo ... and I felt absolutely happy.

And when the son photographed the house, I am I went to look for spring.

And I found her first, timid - Movie ...

... the awakening to life of the woods near the house

... in a delicate white zawilcach

... in a stream

zwiastonow Unfortunately there is no more ... because unfortunately got out the camera. But it's still not that important, since SPRING IS ALREADY!
Yours So all already very wiosennie!

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... and even in the face of the worst disasters of this world, persist in our endeavors, big or small ... in the everyday, the most ordinary activities, follow ... as if nothing had happened ... and in spite of everything. Thinking how good it is to live a moment.

I odganiajac all sorrows and darkest visions ... I close my eyes and I surrender memories, feeling under the eyelids of the unusually warm spring day ... and living over again that meeting ... It was May

last year. Beautiful month, although quite cold for this time of year. And I'm just beginning repair hut and not having to feel like freezing nights in the trailer, I decided to look for myself although some a little bit warmer locale. In a nearby village, I pointed out a house near the woods, where she lived a lonely old woman. Ms. Pelasia. I thought right away that this is something for me. And he was right.
Little white house near the forest was lovely. Such a touching starowinka with pobielonymi walls and flowers around, just like I like .. And the gate, which you do not ... was ... and open the door locks, as if inviting the entry ... I already knew, that it already is. My cup of tea.
went inside, looking around curiously, and somewhere inside the house I heard the merry voice: Here ... Here I am!
small house was suddenly some two rooms and kitchen downstairs, so I went and last saw them sitting in a chair smiling old lady.
stated the balls and identified himself with a smile as "niechodzaca ... almost", smacking me with it on both cheeks. And I stared at mesh of wrinkles on her face and intricately upiety silver bun. And when the old lady said: "A CHILD ... not poszlabys the cells after a tree?" I felt like a. .. HOME!
and then you just sat at tea, warming himself in the warm tiled stove and watching ... series, one after another! Because of their grandmother Pelasia is a big fan ... I gadalysmy endlessly, laughing from time to time with the heroes serialowych and everything, do not know why ... Oh, yes, enjoying, like two crazy teenagers.
And when the son rang, asking what's on. dpowiedziala grandmother. Like what? TV!

I was surprised that I took myself on the head these terrible ruins! ... instead of working a beautiful, trendy domeczek, like everyone around. And I say that I do not want domeczku pretty new, because I do not like houses with ... Prefabricated! I zasmie4walysmy August, wiping tears from your eyes ... Because

grandmother, besides this wonderful mesh of wrinkles and shaped, silver Bob, had a sense of humor. Rather inappropriate for the elderly and ailing same, even if they were not. But it just embarrassing. A grandmother was the complete opposite. And not only that she was not bitter, but on top of that was obscene ... merry! And wagged his hand casually, pointing at the bag full of drugs and those your balls ... saying with a laugh that sometimes feels like a skier, but that ... launched and somehow I can not!
And it would not be surprised if they suddenly had abandoned his crutches and ran laughing into the garden to look for spring ... ! Or suddenly started to climb a tree ...! Just like Astrid Lindgren, this from "Pipii L.", which is at the age of seventy-two years ... even climbed trees! Like a child! And probably because she could not quite stale? And perhaps that's why her books for children were so unusual?
Ah ... Then how she has aged beautifully, Now sighed, looking at grandmas Pelasie!

And when conspiratorial voice, with an impish smile, she said - "A well remove my child from the sideboard is naleweczke herbal ... because it palpituje my heart!" I knew that this time of memories.
Oh, it was Granny's rich life. And easy. Oh, nazyla August kobiecinka and in many survived!
war, hunger and ill-usage coincided with her participation. Hard work I also do not miss it. She was born six children. And not having the time take care of them, had to do it themselves, so we brought up older younger. And besides all this had to do everything at home, because she with her husband from dawn to dusk on the land and the cows and the pigs and harvested in the forest ... Oh, was that it was!
And now, she said once the laughter, it's probably all those children to me pozabierali, saying that it fails! But August brought up. I came out to the people. Oh yes! Grandma's six children are great people. I met them, as with any of them ever look a mom.

and sighed, how hard it was. And how it often looked hungry eyes. And when the bread was given with the greatest reverence, trying not to lose or okruszka. And as the years before, bought a television for children that, at bedtime did not have to ... neighbors walk. But the story. I liked her the most. And what a great joy was in the house. And like everyone else, the whole family with reverence, as a Sunday sermon, sat before the television to hear what's new in the world too. Then
spiewalysmy serenade from my grandmother's and youth.
Eh ... after grandma nalewce we had voices like the operatic prima donna!
and talked about how to repair the house alone one with his own hands. How difficult it was, but with all the advice they gave. And how was a widow. But do not worry because he has surely ... TV!

And I listened and wondered, what about life?
life where everything was so ordinary. Simple. Difficult. And beautiful.
work. Bread. Dom. This is what is most important.
Without any ornaments. The quintessence of life.

I palilysmy furnace carbon in the old kitchen. And it was the biggest celebration of how one Sunday gotowalysmy together a broth with the neighbor-fed chickens and jarzynek from the garden. And
own noodles, grandma's work. Rosol on a real fire, it tasted different. It's a real treat for body and spirit. I return to the tastes and smells of childhood, of my children's stays at Grandma's in the countryside, where the carbon pyrkal kitchen smelling of chicken soup, and great grandmother zagniatala the kitchen table pasta.
And the smell of noodle soup with its own ... remained forever. And now with their grandmother Pelasi REPEAT again those old flavors ... Menu in the form of soup.

five-star hotel Pelasi grandmother. So I named this object. I just missed the sign on the gate, which you do not have ...!

And my "suite" on the first floor, with a simple bed, a tiled stove and a view of the forest. Without bathroom, and even without running water ... was the most luxurious apartment, which I could imagine.
And amazing was that all this was so much ... True.


And it's worth, this was a long way to go ... trek from south to north, though for a moment to stay in a five-star hotel Pelasi grandmother ... I sit with her on the television series ... and soak up the stories, laughing with anything, just like that!
And then the power to tell these stories ... and write down i. .. show to the world.
I do not know how for you, dear, but for me, are the stories ... unusual.

And some photos of my wanderings ...

... and a road without end ....

... and old houses encountered somewhere along the way ...

... and an invitation to rest for the weary Wedrowca ...

.... and the first timid trailers spring of recent years ...

... and collection of weed ... somewhere along the way to herbal teas ... Yet here I was accompanied by my pieseczek, faithful companion of my wanderings ... unfortunately, who already is in another world ... look at me from above ...

... and hiking in the south ...

Unfortunately pictures granny cottage somewhere Pelasi wsiakly ... So will the next time ... and again to her small hotel near the forest will visit.

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Meetings ...

During my wanderings in search of a place on earth ... not fail to mention about Meetings. Encounters with people and not only. These rambles
was taking place as a rule, on foot, usually arriving at their destination, that is, to some bigger city or town, then walking the hire from village to village.
And also from the south, where she began journeying ... gradually wywedrowywalam farther and farther to the north ... Much to the water. I was drawn there. Until it was. I can see the water is written.

the way I saw many beautiful places ... and many houses, but everything was like ... IT is not.
and pulled me ... further and further. Until I came to the hut and Wladyslaw Helena ... and he remained HERE. Bearing some overwhelming feeling that this is what it all these years, was waiting just for me. As any purpose!

and met along the way many people. Different. How are the people. Strange and less bizarre and those ... quite extraordinary. And those that can not be forget ....

One such person is Mr. Mieczyslaw.
And so, one day, while being already in the north, I happened to a small villages, so wonderful, lit some extraordinary light that made you fell in ever greater enthusiasm, and my oh! and ah! ... there was no end. And suddenly, walking past the first buildings, through the sunlit canopy saw ... something very white ... and moved that thing ... I headed in that direction, sensing something extraordinary. I was not mistaken. My eyes appeared to an unusual sight.
Here before me in all its glory, shimmering in the sun white walls became ... clay hut, covered with straw thatch true!
held my breath at the sight of this miracle, coming closer. And when the door of the house opened, and went out with them starenki, August rung support bracket man, whose white hair harmonize beautifully with the white walls, acting how will a perfect whole, excrete a cry of delight.

Starenki house was, with those funny small windows and a big straw roof cap. But very beautiful. Surrounded by a fence, in front of the grid, on the side of plain wood, with whom pushing their way to mallow and sunflowers, the color, which has not seen anywhere else. Spun lazily from the chimney smoke. Old trees, fragrant linden tree in front of so many leciwe Jabłonki complemented the whole. On the window sill cat wygrzewal August. On the doorstep lay stretched in the sun dog. Stroz homes. Not far from well. And on the side of the roof oborka also thatched. "I had
as enchanted, unable to tear your eyes from the extraordinary view, how a simple house. And everything looked as if it was childish hand drawn ... as the children's picture! Everything was so perfect and so incredibly beautiful in that simplicity.
And when I stood, like enchanted, an older gentleman in my direction, made the sign of a hand, inviting with a smile and doing me a place next to each other on the bench before the house.
entered. I already ... Other.

And from now are friends - me and Mr Mieczyslaw. Mr. Mieczyslaw
counted for myself and ninety three years, and the house a little over a hundred. They were so nearly the same age.

Two years have passed since that meeting. And I'm caught in this extraordinary village and decided to light to remain in it, becoming a piece of land cudnego proprietress of old apple trees and overlooking the lake.
My Solitude. So I called this piece of paradise without water and electricity, far from the civilized world and the beaten path, which so unexpectedly, I have the.
And now I could, staying here in the summer, spend time with Mr. Mieczyslaw, listening to his stories, stories about yourself and your home.
And listen to what was, in fact, Mr Mieczyslaw survived two wars, the homeless, hunger, misery, the next strategy, the uncertainty of tomorrow ... CV, which could be enough for several lifetimes.
And despite such an extremely difficult life, remained cheerful and friendly, and gentle as a child's smile never fails to move his face. Man, what law he did not meet.
and talked about his life and how it came across to the former German clay house and how he then tore up. Sam. From what a few feet. With clay, straw, stones and trees. Uszczelnial Zlepial and moss. And last summer he taught me, and I scrupulously recordable step by step, how to lie down a straw roof. And he gave me his hand made tool for cane lying on its roof.
Tool I have just not put the roof of cane. Maybe someday ... Prone it yet.
And when one day he took out of the closet festive jacket, with suspended its six gold crosses of Merit for the country - was speechless. Mr. Mieczyslaw
-hero. Patriot. And although much has been written about him in the local press, he just did not think. The most important was for him the house and family. And that, in order to survive life with dignity. I survived, with dignity. A merit and splendor, sigh ... It waved his hand, not attaching importance, jealously keeping only the jacket in the closet.
Such a noble and upright man. Eh ... Now, what kind of fashion? Now, people referred to as super or cool. This new nomenclature. And in the village said to be the irony - the old man. And that's it. And no one except me, no longer wants to listen to Mr. Mieczyslaw, wondering what this old man also may have more to say?

A time when the young learn from the older wisdom, have already departed long since forgotten.
And today the village "elders" no longer will not learn anything.
Mr. Mieczyslaw. My teacher. Master. A friend, whom I had the luck to meet.
and how he regretted to hear about waiting longer then I renovation. I very saddened at the thought that will not be able to help me, because forces have left it. Most, however, regretted
myself.



Straw-clay Mieczyslaw house of the Lord, and he on his bench before the house.

My Solitude ...

... who is very fond of the local kennel and where one could always count on delicious every-bit.



... and for my neighbors fence-Men Male bovine animals.





.... cocks, hay, followed by a field of potatoes and the delicious little warzywek.





.... and a very happy mother, with her handsome offspring in the number of ... Sixteen!


one word: angelic-angelic. A smell of goose dizzy. That is my cup of tea.
And I ... oh well ... Absolutely happy ... with nothing ... and bearing absolutely EVERYTHING!