Silence that screams to this day
It was Saturday, April 10, 2010, my handball squad was preparing to play a league game. Just before the competition began, my boy Jacob ran into the hall. He was light and scared. He had tears in his eyes. He barely said the words I can hear all the time - "Daddy, our president is dead..." It froze me. "Sk... "I did my job!'" I shouted.
We started the match with a minute of silence.
Two weeks later, after the funeral, "Our Couples," we went to a tournament in fresh Sącz. We stopped in Krakow. It was 5:00 - April 23, 2010. At 6:00, Wawel gates opened. I went into the cathedral and asked the parish priest to let us to pay tribute to the Presidential Parla. He looked at us with warm eyes, nodded, and told us to open the crypt.
We were alone - fourteen girls and I. Golden letters on the sarcophagus, inactive fresh flowers, wreaths, our prayer and The silence that screams to this day.
Tadeusz Płociennik
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