Changing countries. Dancing in the rain in Warsaw.

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    Warsaw 22 degrees and sunny weather- I was reading on the info table in Belgium. „Super”- I was glad looking in the same times on a rainy and obscure weather. I looked at my clothes. " Hmmm, as usually- I will jump out from the plane in the sloppy joe and macintosh and here everybody with short sleeve- I was thinking with a smile. After while I was rising into airspace. Take off the plane was something amazing for me. In French "decollage" what means -"detachment"- it was for me a great pleasure. When I was taking off I was feeling that all my problems I leave on the earth and my mind is starting to clear up.  

- So how to say "landing" in french - I asked ones my french patient cause I couldn't believe in two different meanings of the verb " decoller" ( from french "unstick")
- Collage ?( from french "bonding")
- No, it doesn't work in two directions- said amused patient.
- That's a pity!- I said with disappointment and I smiled.
With Ryanair I was relating with distinct story.  Just after my studies, I couldn't have found a good job and I worked as a massage therapist. Sometimes I had the clients in Sheraton and Holiday- Inn. Not only it was a hard physical work ( often I had to lug massage- table)  but also, what you can imagine, it was infra dig.One day I went to  interview of those airlines. I had got this job, but the proposed salary and bad reputation, also the obligation of payment of the educational course with leaving the country ( Ryanair doesn't have bases in Poland) caused, that I preferred to  try my patient and find something according to my education. „Ryanair be fair”- it was a catchword of oppressed employees. What more being the waitress wasn't aspiration plan. Different, for a good money, in the prestigious company with the possibility of travelling around the world. " As a last resort- international airlines- I decided. Travelling which means watching during a few minutes apron in Europe and premiums from the sold scoff and scratch carts on the aircraft wasn't a fly high. On the other hand such an airlines as Emirates or Etihat- there, I could make some carrier. 

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- One small Orange juice please- I said to stewardess in English on the aircraft of Ryanair.  As usually I had been packing the previous day until 2 a.m. This is my negative quality, with which I am trying to fight.  I can't quickly arrange my stuff in a suitcase. I make a list, I try to mobilize myself, but never finally I don't go to bed early the day before departure. 

-S-il vous plait- said to me older steward and gave me a bill. He was standing near a chubby stewardess and tapping the prices of the bought products. 

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I was explaining some exercise for lady- patient, who broke a head of the humerus bone during she was skiing when I felt that my mobile phone is vibrating in my pocket. I went to office to pick it up. I was waiting for a courier who I commanded par e- mail on polish website and the other one from France to take back my shoes from "Stradi". Before I got this pair from on-line shop I tried and bought the smaller one  in Lille. There was a French voice in my phone.

- C’est pour un colie madame ( from Fr. „it is about one package madamme) - told the voice in the phone. Yep, it was a courier for my sandals to Barcelona. In the afternoon the second phone. I was surprised but the voice was still in French. I have never sent something from France to Poland usually to the contrary direction. Now, when I knew it, I have to move out and change my life, sending packages was giving me a wild pleasure. My apartment was more and more empty. I was standing with two boxes, and waiting for the next courier. After while I was glad, coming back to the physiotherapist's room, because the couriers managed on time, just the day before my departure. Two boxes start up to fallow me to Poland. Then I noticed the lady who handles the post in hospital.   

- Milena, there is a package for you, , I've already signed- said to me Isa. " And yet my circle lenses have came from allegro". Ordered in the beginning of may, stocked in Poland and it there was a little bit of confusion until I figured it out. Happy much more than before I said to myself in my mind " And here we are, the courier's day :)"

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I looked frightened as usually at my watch, near me stand some girl with a big suitcase and backpack. " Finally, somebody like me"- I thought looked on the face swamped by chestnut curls.

- Le train va peut-etre arriver maintenant ( from French "Train may come now")- said to us a bus driver and had opened a door before he turned on the bus stop. Railroad crossing was already closed. We jumped out, we had only few steps to platform.

- Putain, c’est pas vrai- came at us the vulgar vocabulary in French, which haven't had the same sound for me as vulgar words in Polish. We were looking as the train was leaving. "Standard"- I said and I sat down on the iron band fixed to train station's wall.  " I could take my car"- I came up this idea already before when I was lugging during one kilometers my luggage from hospital to bus stop. I could asked girls to take it from the train station. But it was already to late. " Not only single lady but also emigrant"- I thought about myself  ironically.  

- "Et il fait froid en plus" (from french "what more it is cold")- said after few minutes my  friend and we decided to go inside. After eight hours I was walking on terminal in Okęcie lugging my suitcases from the plane. I was watching the lovers who were welcomed each other with flowers, families, people with a paper-sheets with names, looking for the persons, who they have never seen in theirs life before. And me- again alone, but glad. I felt good!

Chopin Airport in Poland

From airport to train station.

I was surrounded by people wearing in the summer clothes, with a short sleeves, shorts, summer dresses, and sandals. I was like Alice from Wonderland, who is passing the mirror and try a different world. Storm, warm summer rain  meet me in a central station in Warsaw. I had a fancy to dance but my bags were to heavy.

Warsaw -calls me !  :)

- I am in Dunkirk only for a few months, because I organize spectacles in theater- explaining Elise, who I've meet probably because of the "faux pas" of the DK Bus. This only one time dunkirk's bus, with its gaffe,  made for something good.
- I live in Barcelona- continued Elise. We were talking for long time and we changed our experiences. We planned to meet in Dunkirk. I asked her if she had known also English and I gave her my blog's address. Last time I've meet few of extraordinary French ladies. I was happy because I had no French lady friend and now it was in the air that I could have more than one. 

- Madames et monsieurs- attachez vos ceitures de securites s-il vous plait- nous attendons des turbulences. Ladies and gentelman, fasten your seatbelts,  please. We are expecting some turbulences- I heard from loudspeakers in plane. We were crossing the border of the white clouds and just after a while I saw land illuminated with rays of the sun. What I felt just before landing in my country it was hard to say. Sadness and happiness were mixed in my heart. Every time I found Poland more beautiful and modern than that one I left before. I know, that my points of view was subjective, but although my Polish friend's complained, I had an impression that everyone in Poland goes forward and in the same time I am suspended and I felt that I've lost something. I was pleased with a novelty values, but I was sad, that everything is changing without me. On the other hand I wanted to take a lot of euros with me. I preferred to spend in Poland than in France! I was watching shapes of fields and houses under plane. The human senses defeat us- I was thinking looking at the moving cars with an ant's size and miniature buildings with a size of my nail. Suddenly I brought something back- that I used to believed, that in nucleus of atom there is a universe like our, in it, there is the next ones atom, nucleus and  universes, and in the same way on and on...How possible is infinity? I asked myself ones. It's like absolute. Our human mind doesn't encompass it, but in science infinity exists and in faiths there is an absolute- it is God, in who such a lot of people believe. Just after a while I was watching an plane-apron, our big Chopin Airport in Warsaw. I felt excitation.  „C’est parti”- (it's started! Go!)- I thought in French. Since then, my very intensive holiday was actually starting.