While in Poland, judiciary is weighting a case of two Polish Army officers, that they are going to announce, as faulty of C.A.S.A air catastrophe, i meet two of our polish fighters on street. I think that it is quite funny and deepfull encounter. 

While i was thinking about recent decision of imprisonment of Croatian educator for 24 years, our duo was just passing the Avenue. When they has spotted me begging, as usual, for money for another post, they has shouted in my direction with usual pride: ‘Get to work’. When i spoted marks of beast on thier faces, i standed up and replied loudly: ‘To who you are talking? I am nobleman’.

I come closer to him and added ‘Get out of my properties’, as it is Aryan’s that are occuping them. While he was just laughting, i come back to sit down and get easy. His compan has come into kind of furry, ‘He says he is nobleman’. He shouted few times. First of them, with the face of Juri Gagarin, has come and asked me ‘From which nobles?’. And while his compan was getting more and more furred, he tried to calm him saying that ‘he is mad man’.

I replied to him that ‘from Żmudź ones’. He came closer and asked: ‘Where then are your servants’. I told them straight into his face, face of my brother Rybuno: ‘They has stayed in Auschwitz Birkenauen’.

In same time, his compan, finally has lost control and has kicked me. Just into edge of my right ear. ‘Nobleman!!! Nobleman!!!’, he was braying in frenzy. 

Some other man has come and with help of our Gagarin, he has calmed this wild hog. What is also interesting, that while my helper was of Arab origin, he has come and told them that it is true. That for real he is from Jewish nobility. Soon they departed and i was rubing my swollen ear…

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