
I'm in Brussels, and this is where I eat mulami and chips. present I ate in a good restaurant, and at the next table there were 3 pairs of young (25-30 years) Ukrainians. All very beautiful, dressed like a shrewd, cheerful, had to pay for dinner for a individual 3 times more than I did due to the fact that they ate more costly dishes than mules and wine drank from a bottle, not 1 added to a mule at a price.
I'll admit I had conflicting feelings. On the 1 hand, I was glad that young people could enjoy life, but on the another hand I imagined myself in a situation if Poland was attacked by the russian Union 45 years ago. Would I fight an aggressor or would I run abroad?
I truly don't know. If I had known that my classmates in school, in the yard, in college, were fighting and dying, I guess I couldn't enjoy surviving in Belgium or any another rich country. But possibly on the another hand, I could justify myself having specified large genes that I gotta defend them. I don't know. I truly don't know.
In my life, I didn't gotta make those decisions.
Michał Leszczyński