Bytom

I had some action last weekend. Finally!
I had written that nobody had contacted me, either Justy, Seweryn or Damien. I was pissed. Than on Wednesday Justyna called me saying that on Friday she would come to Krakow because it was her only day available during her trip to come to see me. Great! Then, to my surprise, on Thursday morning Seweryn sent me a message asking if I was ready to go to Warszawa. I replied saying that since he hadn't called me or written I had already made plans with Justyna. He never wrote back and I think he got pissed. I have to write him again.
Anyway, on Friday Justy came with her sister Karolina and her friend Dave. We went to Officyna to have lunch and I decided to write Damien (he had sent me this strange message on Wednesday). He replied saying that he had two weeks to his last exam and that he was going to see his parents. I told him to let me know when he would be in town.
We ate, drank some beer and took some pics in Rynek. It was fucking cold here, -5C!
She invited me to go to her town, Bytom, and see Grzegorz. I agreed. I packed my bag and off we went to a two-hour drive to Bytom.

I got to her house and nobody, absolutely NOBODY spoke English. They kept speaking Polish and looking at me and pointing at me and that made me feel really unconfortable, since Justyna didn't bother at all to translate what they were saying. They were obviously talking about me and all I could do was smile and try to be cool. People started to arrive to see me. Her neighbours, her friends. Her father kept smoking and offering me his cigarettes, Viceroy. If I declined he would keep on insisting so it was easier for me to just take them and smoke. We finally hit the road to the party. Justy called Grzegorz (because he lives near the club we were going to go) and even though he was sick and the temperature was by then -10C, he put some clothes on and met us there. I spoke to him for about five minutes because it was freaking cold outside and everybody was entering the place. We arranged to meet the next day.
The club was nice. I had my combo nbr 2 and started talking to Gosia, the only person there apart from Justyna who spoke English. She's really nice and funny and I invited her to come to Krakow anytime soon, I hope she does.
We drank and talked and drank and talked. One of her friends, Adam (cute!) sit next to us because he wanted to talk to us, but he didn't speak any English and Gosia had all the time to be the translator. Then Dave decided to join us and learn some Portuguese. He doesn't speak English either so Gosia had to tell me what he wanted to know. Of course he wanted to learn all swearing words in Portuguese and kept reapeating them and everybody laughed... It was funny, I must say. At this point Justy was sitting at another table with her sisters just trying to realax, because she had eaten so much that she wasn't feeling ok. But she could see I no longer had trouble having fun with them. And the combo nbr 2 played its role alright.
We danced for a while and took the bus home. We arrived at 5am and were ready to bed. I asked Justy's sister for a glass of water. She didn't understand. I asked for 'woda', 'woda niegazowana' (still water), but they only had sparkling one. I said 'I can have tap water, it's ok. You know? Tap water? Shhhhhhh... TAP WATER!' but she wasn't getting it, so I just looked at her and said 'gazowana it's ok...'

Next day we woke up and Justyna took forever to get ready to see Grzegorz. In the meantime, Adam arrived there just to see what was going on. I kept watching TV, trying to understand a movie. It was showing Robison Crusoe in French with Polish dubbing. After three hours we went downtown. We met him and his family on Bytom's Oxford Street. The picture was of the perferct family: he and his wife with their one-and-a-half-year-old daughter and the dog. After this I totally convienced myself that he is only a good, good friend of mine.
He took his family home and met us at this bar, we all drank coffee and tea and talked. I mean, him and me talked, Justyna just didn't say a word and kept smoking her cigarettes. I guess deep inside she knew that that was our moment...
We talked about everything. We laughed, had a great time. I don't know why but he makes me feel so comfortable, even if we're not speaking at all. He just kept smiling and when I asked why he was smiling, he would say that still didn't believe I was there. Then he said that it wouldn't be possible be sitting together without having a beer. Even though he was sick he asked for a beer (a 1% one) and we all had a pint, just like the old times back in London. I was enjoying so much that I didn't wanna leave, but it was time to go and before we left I took a picture of the three of us in my cell phone and set it as the wallpaper pic. We all look great.

Dave would give me a ride to Krakow, even though I could have taken the train back in the afternoon. He was supposed to work until 7pm but then he called saying that he would only be free at 9pm. I insisted to take the train but Justy said no. We then came back to her house.
Her mom offered me a beer and there was no way I could refuse it, I mean, I didn't wanna drink, but in that house you simply cannot say no. Her dad providing me with cigarettes and watching TV. At a certain time two friends of her parents' arrived and her dad took the bottle of vodca out. He offered me vodca but then I insisted I didn't want it. Everybody kept talking about me, loudly, everybody smoking and I was suffocating in there. The guy that had arrived kept talking to me in Polish and I could do nothing but to look and nod. Dave arrived and ate. And they all talked. And I wanted to get the hell out of there. At 11pm we finally hit the road. Her mom wanted me to stay but I declined. I thought about Dave having to drive at that time but I didn't care, I'd said I could've taken the train earlier.
I spoke to Patricia on the phone and desperatly needed to go to Kitsch.

We got to Krakow at 1:30am. They had some tea at my place and left. I spoke to Junior and Patricia on the phone, they were at Coccoon and already drunk. There was NO WAY I would go there. I ended up staying at home. The next day Patricia told me she wanted to go to Kitsch but Junior didn't tell her I would go.
On Sunday we met at night at Alchemia and had a few pints. I don't think there was anybody Polish in there, only tourists. I wanted to stay out because I hadn't been out the day before, but Junior had classes in the morning and Patricia... well, Patricia simply doesn't want to do anything so we went home and I did a bailinho until 5am.
I'm glad I didn't go to Warszawa.