Drinking Water And Clear Urine

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back home even for a moment wondering what step I'll tell her tomorrow. A great profession with opportunities that await us this with me very much hurt and maybe just ask what in it. On the way back home I had to spend some 2 hours on the bus, which gave me comfort for reflection. The return journey for me has always been more attractive. Bus routes on August piercing wpolprzemyslowego Glasgow, a city with two faces - industrial and pretendujacego to become the metropolis of entertainment and culture, the city of two religions - protestnatyzmu and Catholicism, the city - where the 28 year old junkie with the appearance of a pensioner in tracksuit lacoste meets with 85 years of athletic and dancing man in a suit Boss
This city has always fascinated me, as I once drew a bottle of Pepsi Cola issued a grocery store. Whatever you know, I celebrated that not only did I feel that it did Cokowiek know that others pass by my countrymen the same, but always I felt extremely, solely and uniquely. Especially for those of Polish.
time the bus passed me on thoughts when, suddenly, the driver could be heard sulphurous "mac whore." Zachamowal bus in the middle of intersection. And all the passengers flew in this or another way forward, bashing spare, neighbors, or a dog. My head hit the railing near the window. occurred even think that I had the right of the driver is a Pole and przeklnac placed too low on the rails in the bus station. I lost consciousness immediately
awoke when amounting to me on the stretcher bearers shouted to the driver of an ambulance pulled up closer to the order. Dark-skinned driver is none of that screaming did not understand the Scottish and cried shrilly, "what, what." When leaving the bus driver steel together with the police, and the rest of my due to heavy rain (normal weather at this time in Glasgow) became a fellow of the world focused on a small bus with the words "High Street". Oh it home for about 15 minutes - I thought, and again lost consciousness.
What was going on further remember how the fog. Apparently so as they say wants to wipe out your memory memories or events from the past. It's like a fast movie with powyrywanymi threads. How to travel by train, which under the influence of sleep changes as a kaleidoscope of images from behind the window.
seen and felt the place where it was very sterile, cabinets and doors were the color of metal. This place was very cold. Piercingly cold. On my big toe piece with the inscription "SABEASTIAN ENTOLAK. I was naked, the hell nagusienki. I felt also that I am not alone. Then it was already better. I was already dressed, with my wife, mother, father. I felt the touch of your hand. Mile feeling especially then. Somewhere in the distance I heard the voice of my son. As usual, asking questions. Do you got the answer I do not know. Then it was dark, and then I thought I need to wake up from this sleep and wake up to work. Instead, I found myself in the same bus. At the same time when a driver has used it in your sulphurous Polish. Likewise, all przemiescili forward under the influence of sudden braking. But this time I stood in another place, and only I got the lovely blonde dressed in black. Smiled at her but did not receive the same in return. Only some invective something about polish Bustard. But it was not for me to others. Something happened on the front because the woman in a cramped blue shirt began to scream horribly. People began to gather over something so that I could not note anything. Besides, no interest for me. further thought about his position tomorrow. what she say ... The crowd
wypychajacym August of the bus flew into the streets can not see what's been on the floor. What caused the ambulance and the police? Who cared about it. Bus shelter indicated explicitly that I am at the High Street. " Damn 15 minutes to the house but the rain has no chance to go on foot and in the closest bus traffic can be expected about one hour of time. Return to the home was not always easy.
was not easy, because I do not know what to do I expect it. Since his wife. Maybe this time again, we will have a peaceful day. Maybe we start to talk, and perhaps will just burn. My wife liked to sleep. Maybe it was fatigue or maybe just gave her a chance tucked away in a dream before me. I once tried to talk to her during her sleep. I always reacted nervously. Probably not burn.
wet, I went back to the whole house. And actually rented housing adapted to the conditions of "home." 3 rooms quite spacious, one toilet with shower and a kitchen in the shape of the wagon, so elongated from the wagon "wars" when it is just a cozy accommodation. The rent we paid half my salary. For these conditions and so not much and no any conditions. Because I lived alone.
The house was dark, the lounge was coming to blas integrated into the TV. I downloaded shoes, cloak room and went to his son. burn. I like to listen on his breath. Before he was born his wife listened for breathing. Then I had a lot of thought. And I calmed her breathing. When a son was born a long time I just could not reconcile with my thoughts that affect the performance dziecka.I cry from my wife now breathes evenly with him and not with me. Then I stopped to worry about and I started to learn his breath. He had a deep and full breath. Be able to think calmly. I touched his forehead. turned to the other side and tried to catch my hand. I did not want to let him because I knew I would have another 15 minutes on the stand by his bed. and I had it on the dress. Important to burn. I missed him on your way. Married
The bedroom was dark. Burns. My wife was plunged into a deep sleep by 9 tonight. I took a deep breath and sighed. Well do not heard me. I went to the kitchen, I opened the window and lit a cigarette. The windows of tenement life was becoming naprzeciwnej August for my neighbors. Bustling, prali, cooking, loved, danced, hugging August. Skpnczylem cigarette. I washed my teeth and lay in my king size bed Matrimonial. A lot of places for evening meditations.
sharp sound of the phone my wife destroyed me with some abyss of thought, turn on the bedside lamp and picked up the phone.
- who the hell this time of calls you - muttered under his breath and turned to the side
Yes - speaking - her voice sounded surprised
- probably from some of the bank, because something is not requited, but this time
- Soorr yy - her voice trembled, and it actually sounded like a car's tires squeal
rose. Her trembling hand on the phone. Eyes got big. phone fell to the floor. What the hell.
jumped up and reached his hands once again on the phone. Wykrcic tried to some number. Not responded to my questions. I felt annoyed. How can I be a good husband as she does not want to talk to me. How can I reach her. What does this with yesterday and the last few days we had a quiet day. But I worry about her. what is going on - I asked
- Taattoo ... Sebastian ... god ... on the bus - not understand, I think the father also. You have to finish this farse violently grabbed from her hand with the phone. I do not know what happened but it did not succeed. My hand literally flew through her hand.

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- Is it always greet guests - I heard a voice urging Mr. C. came to his senses and pulled his hand towards the ghost as I thought. I can not call it differently, but it was so phenomenal, so elusive and so familiar that I forgot that's what I had to fall the honor of welcoming visitors on behalf of the crew. Her hands touch me and smile pretty crippled. It's been so long. For a long time. And she was asking to do anything at all niezauważyć. As if I was not there. Now and those 12 years ago.
- Bravo my friend bravo-thrilled by the Italian guy. Society arrived with him in his office disappeared. I could only hear - Bravo, Bravo ... - My colleagues returned to their desks. Only I stood on the means, but I realized this is just when Paul grunted loudly. Which meant - go back to work. But nobody was going to work, and certainly not me. I remember it. That's nobody else it could be so similar to her. I know I already zdażało commit mistakes. Just like that 8 years ago on a bus in Opole. Poor girl I nearly kissed the police wanted to cry out, claiming that it harasses. Many times it seemed to me that I pass her on the street or in a passing car. It's always a zdażało when I did not think about it when I knew that now everything is lost. This time we also lost hope. And a good few years ago. But she came back and it certainly was my first love. Youthful and sincere. Just as everyone wants to remember, and so unfulfilled.
end of the day nothing is done. I've seen it or not. I had all night to think about my situation and what it will say the second time. Because I can not just leave and let someone do not say how it happened that I'm here, what I do and who I am. Or maybe it was not interested. Or maybe you already past. Just like sending postcards for a birthday or collecting stamps. That was 12 years ago. Then the technique was considered the top video in my backyard and the kids played in the war. A former sand and were bikes Wigry. Sometimes someone had shoes or trousers brand adiddasa Lee. On TV airs the first episodes of Dynasty and Mods for success. And then I learned for the first time that I have an uncle in the UK.
What was and is not written in the registry. I decided to tell.