Wednesday, August 18, 2010
I arrived In Poland In July 2005, armed with a copy of some phrase-book-guide, perhaps the “Rough Guide” – I don’t remember. What I do remember is the advice it gave about dealings with the Polish police – don’t smile, don’t laugh, don’t try to be friendly. If you do, you could get into serious trouble.
Having registered my presence and address in Poland at the local town hall, I thought I had done everything necessary. A few days later, two very polite, friendly, policemen called at my house. Could they talk to me? Just routine.
I made them coffee, and they asked to see my UK passport and Polish papers. Then the questions.
Why are you living in Poland?
I work here.
Is Poland as nice as England?
Are you English?
No, British. I’m a Celt, part Scottish, part Irish, part Welsh, and a little English.
I beg your pardon?
Shorn canary – Scottish actor – James Bond. Are you like him?
Sean Connery – yes, he’s Scottish/Irish.
And what do you think of Polish women?
Very beautiful. I now say, “Very Catholic”.
Satisfied, they left, after enquiring about the cost of English lessons.
A few days later, driving on a lonely local road, a police car came towards me. Its blue light started flashing and there was a quick blip from the siren. I stopped. The police car stopped.
“Please, what have I done?”
“Shorn canary!” from the two policeman, and big grins.
Christopher Wright is a married Roman Catholic father, grandfather. Teacher of English in Catholic school in Kujawsko-Pomorskie, Poland. Amateur flautist, saxophonist, versifier. He authors “Left-Footer Blog” and can be found on Twitter @Christomicro.
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