My life wasn't full of joy and fun. When I was a toddler, I got into a chess team. Correctly- that was a big „black mass”. No one talked to each other, we've been siting in silence, and just trying to focus on these chess boards. All family hopes, that little Konrad will someday be as great chess player, as his grandpa was. Actually, they did. I stayed in team only for three months. One day, my mom gave me a breakfest on black and white coloured tray. When I saw it, I had an upset stomach. Some kind of aversion to these two colours I think. It was the end of my adventure with chess. Later, when I was 15, my mother (aka: I know better what's good for You little boy) registered me on dance classes. Hm, it was good, until Konrad started to feel the bottoms of his girlfriends. They started to complain. I didn't go to the jail, but my dancing career was over. Oh, dear God, how much I hated it. Only the girl I was dancing with was nice. To be honest, my school mishaps weren't too happy for me to. On sports I wasn't even able to do four tummys, and when my teacher asked me to conduct a warm-up, I was starting to cry, and running out off the gym. It's not hard to understand, that sports weren't my domain. But, even because of this, I wouldn't call myself a loser. Maybe a man, who have not found his own way of living. Yep, that sounds better.



This is all, what I've been doing on dance classes. I'm sending warm greetings to girls right now.t now.


School? Don't even ask.

- Sylwestrzak, come to blackboard.

- I'm unprepared for answer, Miss.

- Don't play with me like that, young man. I assure You, another F in the beginning of the week won't help You out, son. It's ninth already.

- But Miss, I do not have any idea about the influence of the northern lights on a cycling developement in Turkmenistan. I think it's not necessary to know it. And don't call me son, please.

- I'm sorry, but I think, that your career in our school is over. Get accustomed, that it's your last semester in this school.

- I would be extremely happy, if I won't see your red as beetroot face again.

- Mghrrrr, Sylwestrzak! Go to principal, and tell him exactly the same, that you've told me. I bet, that he will expel you from school instantly!


I left, and shut the door behind me. Zawadzka was right. That was the last geography lesson with my participation. Principal wanted to give me „last chance”, but I wasn't able to stay in there even to the end of the week. On Wednsday I took my papers from school.


Mom wasn't happy. She couldn't even imagine, that her son won't be a famous surgeon, or lawyer. On the other way, she should listen to me, when I was saying, that nothing interests me; that school is still trying to teach me something, that nobody needs to live on this crazy Earth. Then we wouldn't have any problem with this situation. But it doesn't matter what I would say. It will always be my fault. Always. I was so sick of this crap.

- Konrad, I'm gonna say it once, and clearly. If You won't get to another school during this week, I will rent your room for someone. I don't know where You want to live then. - she thought, that it was the most sensible argument, to force me to study again. She didn't actually know, how wrong she was.

- Ok, mom, I like that idea. Give me two days. I swear, I'll leave, when I'll find a good job.


I saw tears welled up in her eyes. It wasn't too comfortable for me but... I had to do it. What can I do, when she doesn't understand me!? I didn't want to pickle in here forever. To Friday, we didn't talk... didn't even try. For all these two days I tried to find a job. Anywhere. All I've found, was only occupations like a cybernetic nanny, or watchman in a funeral parlour. „There's no job for people like me in this coutry”- I thought. The day of leaving the mother home finally came. It wasn't specially „familiar”, since my father left us with a long-legged, blond, nineteen years old bitch girl (I still envy him for this). However, we tried to keep an atmosphere of family, even without one inmate. I have not found a job, space to live too. I tried to hope, that mom would say something like: „son, You're only 18., stay here, finish the school, than we will see what You'd like to do next...”. But I miscalculated. She didn't. Instead, the phone rang. In reciever, I heard my uncle, Heniek. I haven't seen him since my sixth birthday. He was so drunk, that we had to pick him up from under the table. Supposedly, he flown to Norway soon after that. Somehow, he acquaint a women from Maria Mutola's family, and opened a building business with her help.



Yep, that's how I remember my uncle Heniek. This photo, is from his trip to Norway. I suppose.


- Hi Konrad, what's goin' on in Poland, ha? We didn't talk for so long, ha.

- You're right dear uncle, we didn't. What's going on? Not so good, You know. I hate school, but I'm not able to do anything besides it. I can't find a sense of my vegetation, You know... I'm starting to think about removal.

- Oh, great move, little boy! I'd say... have You got a job, ha?

- No, I'm still looking for some, but it's hard to find something.

- Ha! Now i got Ya youngster. As You know, I have a business here, in Norway.

- So what...?

- Someone gave me some big comission and... but why am I saying it, it's a waste of money. You'll know everything, when You'll be here. Get the nearest fly, and come to your old uncle, I've got a job for Ya, ha!

- But... but how could it be?

- Don't ask for anything. Just buy a one way ticket, I hope that You have some money? Hehe. Of course I'll pay you back when we met.

- Alright but where? - I asked, a little scared

- To Stavanger my boy. As I know, You have some service from Wrocław, so it won't be a problem for You. You'll survive, You're a big guy, aren't You? Hehe. OK, I've got to finish now. Call me, when You will reach on the airport, and we're gonna go into details. Hold on boy!

- Eeee...aaaa...


Yes. That's geat. Everything was clear. I've known only the destination place. My geography was as good as my marks, so I haven't known where is Stavanger. It was easier to know where the Norway is. How the hell should I get there, ha?! Quick flash on internet, for services with Norway. Next fly directly to Stavanger was... 3 hours later. To get to an airport I need one hour. Express packing, and I was ready to go, 30 minutes before time. Than came the hardest thing- a goodbye with mother. She wasn't the same sad women, as she was two days ago. You don't expect how much my surprise was, when she asked me:

- Has your uncle phoned You already?


There was some kind of disbielef on my face. How have she done it? A person, who was able to force me to study, helped me with making the most important decision in my life. Cosmic feeling.


- You dumbass, how could You think, that I won't help You?! - she asked again, with tears in her eyes.


I didn't know what to say. We both couldn't stop crying. A enormous weeping, I'd comment. We didn't let go, till the cab man honk on me from the street. Before I got into taxi, I sent a SMS to uncle, with exact hour of flight, and expecting arrival. It was the time, to go on the most exciting, and most important travel in my hole life...



To be continued...