Shame on you Britain!

Here’s Britain today:


A third of Britons hates EU, a bit less then a third loves it, and the rest isn’t bothered that much. Should I be worried? Well looks like EU has better stats than I do personally.  Brits are pissed of and they’re showing EU the middle finger, and the rest of the world says “Not nice, gimme back my toys”. At the end of the day business is business and next month no one will remember any of those shenanigans…

Is Britain leaving the EU? Of course not! UKIP was campaigning to leave, they’ve already prepared their voters to claim the poll was rigged. The actual result was a surprise to everyone, and I’m sure that even in Farage’s office you could’ve heard “Shit. Now what?”

No one knows what it means, and what to do about, so they probably won’t do anything at all. EU has a tradition of giving more time to voters and repeating referendums until the vote comes in “right”.

So what’s going to happen now? Not much, the new government can either make it official and put in a request to leave (which is a 2 year long process, expected to be extended if necessary), they can repeat the vote, or just ignore it altogether claiming that it was all a mock exercise to get leverage while negotiating fishing quota.

Even if… after two years Britain “leaves the EU”, It’ll make appropriate trade agreements and probably keep “Schengen”.   GB will be in this great position where they can pick and choose which benefits of the EU to keep, and which drawbacks to loose.

If I was British, I’d be proud of this historic moment. I’d show the EU my finger, there’s no reason for me to be burdened with their problems. The pro’s don’t justify the con’s of membership anymore.

However it’s not the case for Poland though – we still need the EU, so hooray for United Europe! And shame on you Britain, shame. your selfishness disgusts me.

Quo Vadis

Patrzę w lustro, widzę:
koleś stoi, gapi się na mnie; mina raczej nie bardzo.
Jakoś tak znajomo wygląda, chociaż przybrał chyba ostatnio
i mógłby się uczesać w końcu, kurwa, jak lump jebany,
kto go wpuścił do mojego domu w takim stanie,
dzieci mi wystraszy.
Więc pytam gościa: “Co ty tu, kurwa, robisz?”
A on sie patrzy tylko, nie ogarnia
I taka mnie myśl naszła, że oto człowiek
prawie codziennie go widzę, a kim jest – nie wiem,
skąd się tu wziął, dokąd zmierza, co zamierza
– “Opowiadaj, co ci przyszłość niesie?”
Widzę, że gościa zatkało, pytań się nie spodziewał
i patrzy na mnie nie ogarnięty, gębę otworzył,
próbuje chyba, ale myśl uleciała, słowa nie wyszły,
albo ma mnie w dupie głęboko,
albo myślenie mu dziś wyjątkowo nie po drodze
patrzy się na mnie jakby mi już wszystko opowiadał dawno,
ale ja nic nie wiem,
skąd mam wiedzieć, nie znam człowieka.

Being best

So once again I came to realise what’s obvious for pro athletes… To be the best there’s only one opponent you need to beat – yourself.

I’ve managed to better myself this tiny little bit today. First time running outside this year – it wasn’t easy, I even vomited a little bit on my way, but in the end I shaved off 23s of my previous threadmill 5k time. And I’m really happy about it.

I still need to put in a lot of work to be ready for September. Fighting for each additional second becomes harder, but I’m feeling positive about it. Nothing in this world comes easy, and if something’s difficult – it’s probably worth doing.

New neighbours moved in last week…

I couldn’t sleep the night before so was really happy to go to bed early and make up for it…

Soon after I was woken up by a woman outside on my street, crying. I’ve seen her husband smashing her phone when she was trying to call the police, and leaving her to stand outside alone… That was my good night’s sleep sorted…

I came up to her and offered my phone, then he came around and said it’s his wife, and she’s fine, I’ve politely explained that I wasn’t asking for his opinion. Luckily he wasn’t man enough to enforce it.

Since he was constantly saying he loves her and was trying to hug her, I invited her to wait in my house and she gave us the story of her life – how she came to UK from eastern Europe, met him, fell in love and flipped her life upside down just to be with him. She’s pregnant now, they’re struggling financially, and he’s trash talking her, she was afraid for her life and her child’s. It was too much for her and she fell apart.

She was afraid to call police as she hasn’t got any proof of physical abuse other then a torn dress, she thought that’s not enough to be treated seriously. He’s abusing her verbally and tormenting psychologically, and she was afraid there’s nothing she can do about this.

He was telling her that she acts like a whore, she’s got no respect for herself, that clearly she wants to cheat on him, and he’s got reasons to support these claims – she left the house without her burka.

After she calmed down she thought that staying in our house without him was enough of a statement of her independence, she decided not to call police, allowed him to get in and apologise to her, and they went back home together.

I hope they got better and managed to sleep the rest of the night… I didn’t.

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