LIMOUSINE FOR FREEEADING 8
WHEELL WEST EAST
Always like from the rubble. – Psychuszka, idzi w kibini matier (*rus. “mental hospital, gfy”). There is no need to marrow and support meta bolism for a bad cause. A soul like a balloon no longer floats away. – Aaa whatever. Crushed by the new communism, the old concrete. The same Shithole Beams. – Eee wherever. One has to stand up again. The shit is pouring out. Thieves ungrateful again cynical again twitching. The body needs to be healed. It’s not just the kidneys that filter. Have you ever felt a “foreign body” inside you? What if it was constant. What’s the story when Odysseus becomes Prometheus over and over again? There is no such story. Stupid as Sisyphus the wise. Aliens go on strike, no longer decomposing. The cycle cannot be repeated. This is the Limit of the World. And after all, the soul of a car is the soul of a nomad: needs to go somewhere. Out of a surfeit of leeway…. let the Evil be afraid already.
Already settled in the queue for a blood test, I work on giving information to pained strangers. Which queue to stand in? Left or right? Long or short? They just happen to be looking at me. As if they were paying with a curse for a help. No map nor explanation. Need to come forward, stand up, shout, give courage to the people. A private company has set up a booth, attached itself to the hospital, and in the narrow tunnels of the masks people are bumping into each other and the registrar is screaming. Pandemonium in full steam snout. They go to test blood, not to donate! Hardishen. – They’re used to it, I guess. Anyway, this land won’t absorb any more. I know some of them come just to sit back and listen to the show. Out of loneliness. And some of them push their way crookedly – Sister is here, I’ll give her the keys. – The keys to the Red Kingdom, likely. That “likely” added too long at the end, unnecessarily torments the potential for atonement. And then it’s second nature, a habit of retreat like the need for silence at all costs.
Privately, a dentist with diplomas on the facial cosmetics’ wall runs inside three times over my body with a spinning nightmare. Later she destroys my tooth, which she tried to save for a year. It is necessary to take away the “likely” and then her husband is rebuilding, with diplomas of dental courses on another wall, konieszna (*rus. obviously). It’s more difficult to get to him. At the reconstruction we discuss the matter, including dental. In explaining his wife’s technique, I help him use the word “annihilation”, new to him. Seems satisfied. Alien sits on my left eye. Disappears, reappears. Well, and for what? Publicly, on the wall of the waiting room a display case with trophies taken from there. Look at each other. It turns out to be harmless and in one brush stroke disappears. I talk with Dr. Monica about Lebanese coffee. – Maybe it’s the genes…. – Maybe it’s that kind of year…. – The world is falling apart. I have 190/120 all the time. – I don’t believe in chemistry. – They say mistletoe helps in spirits. – For car diacs with hawthorn.
In the public service, it’s supposedly worth to pay for three injections of some kind of concoction for tennis elbow. After a week, I’m telling him that the first one works. – Surely in sports it works that fast too? – He drops the syringe on the second one from his hand and asks whatever covered – Will you punish me? – Family doc, near the police, with gray drum howling between the shirt buttons, even before I said what about the spine… – No, sir, it will not work. Since the age of 18, I have had disco pathy and vertebral degeneration, and I should be teaching at the university. – I tell him to calm down. Maybe he should try, maybe it’s not too late. And he has no right to take away my right to rise. And hope. How shii blive in Poland… How shii tlive! Still a retro parade in the city where once the artificial palm tree bounced and still stands by. “Stop Halina!” I shout under the nose maybe finally the last time and leave. (*pol. “stop Halina” is spoonerism for “Stalin’s dick”, commonly known as “Pekin” (eng. Beijing), The Palace of Science & Culture, soviet monument in the centre of Warsaw. Still standing. Obviously)
WARSAW
BYDGOSZCZ
BISKUPIN
CZMOŃ
Sebastian, from the Czmoń beekeeping family, also enjoys camper puzzles and has 5.5 different versions of the GDR Robur. One is almost finished. Insisted on restoring the original mill as well. Upwind, as always, in the village. Jolka sews bee uniforms and does the bookkeeping. They have three children. Self-sufficient farm + agrotourism + open-air museum. Used to have a whole yard of Polish motorcycles. History of Robur
