During the period of the Polish People's Republic, after my arrival from Vienna, after a fewer days I was served a call to appear at the seat of the territory safety Service in Oświęcim. On the eve of my visit, last night, I was awakened by my mother...
A frightened female said to me, “How can you sleep peacefully erstwhile you will be interrogated by the SB tomorrow?” I answered her – that's why! due to the fact that I request to be rested. Returning to the country, I had a legend prepared by myself for my return to Poland.
Away from ‘closest’
There were respective agents at the SB office at the premises where I was interrogated. I was questioned simultanely. After over an hour, at any point the head of this group interrupted the proceeding due to the fact that my fantasies amused the SBs. He told me to give a written explanation about my stay in Austria. After the hearing, before leaving the office of the SB, I was instructed to impose on me the work to study regularly to the local MO station in Kęty.
From the content of the questions asked to me by the SBs, I found that a certain individual from the nearest household (the PZPR activist) – her reports (the content of these reports about me) – was the reason why the SB called me back to the country. Which she later confirmed in an honest conversation with me.
I decided to isolate myself from “the closest”. That was the time.
Intruders in the apartment
When I felt uncomfortable, I changed places of work and residence. The martial law found me in the north of Poland, in Bartoszyce, in the then Olsztyn Voivodeship. As a result, I felt unusual things were happening around me. erstwhile I was at dinner at 1 of the bartosic restaurants, 2 men sat at my table. They both tried to behave themselves. They joked about the martial law, dragging me into a conversation during a drunken dinner. Due to the time constraints resulting from the police hours introduced, including early closure of the catering facilities, they proposed to proceed the subject in a more intimate place. That's my apartment. Without expecting a trick, I invited them to my place. During a conversation in my flat at 1 point, 1 of the men threw himself at me and tried to break my neck. I utilized to practice martial arts erstwhile I was young, and I was very agile. Realizing that I was in mortal danger, I began to fight to the death. As a consequence of my self-defense, I threw my attacker down the stairs. The second, amazed by my attitude, escaped.
Don't dig with a horse!
Two undercovers came to my flat the another day. I didn't open the door. I pretended I wasn't home. Knowing what my “guest” was, the night before, I reported an incidental to the applicable authorities to which these “guests” were subject.
As a result, a multi-month investigation by the D.A.'s prosecution has offered me a waiver of the pending proceedings against me, provided that I sign a message saying that I do not blame my attacker. In addition, he said that I should not talk to anyone about this, and the best way to get out of Bartoszice is to leave. You don't dig with a horse! All the more so, before I left Bartoszica, I was twice detained by the Civic Militia under elaborate pretexts. During 1 of my visits to the militia pit, I was beaten by an overzealous militiaman. Each of these 2 detentions ended in an adverse ruling for me and a fine for the alleged College of Judges.
New Terror
Currently, I have experienced the ghastly times of political terror, as evidenced by the urgent changes in the Polish legal system. They besides prove this “investigation” conducted in Poland by representatives of a nation from the East. Investigative surveillance directed against Polish citizens and concerning their views on the surrounding reality. In addition, organized diphamation action at my place and not just my address proves it. For example, malicious, pejorative stigmatisation in the media of Polish patriot, doctor's political scientist Matthew Piskorski, as well as a akin kind of stigmatization of the "Polish Thought" environment itself.
I declare that the facts of my life are authentic. I give places where the events of my life have been described, due to the fact that there are people who remember me and my peregrinations with the power of the day, called folk. In fact, small different from the current 1 – see casusAndrzej Lepper And self-defense. but that the power of the day was not as strong as the present 1 was in contact with visitors from the East. She did not preach publically that they were their servants, although everyone knew that.
Eugeniusz Zinkiewicz
