Category: <span>Sól</span>

sol part 3

“Thank you or I should say dziêkujê. I am afraid it is only one of the very few words of Polish I know. And now I have to make my way back to the hotel Piastowska, Prosze can you call a taxi for me”.
Zuzanna had to think he was speaking a little fast and with this strange accent it was difficult to understand what he was saying. He had tried to rise from the seat and made motions with his hands as if he was driving a car. It was then she had understood he wanted a taxi.

Of course, there were few taxis in Zegansi and those were in the town centre, with no phone in the house it was going to difficult to get a taxi. “Ah Aurek”! The boy who lived in the next apartment block, he had a car of sorts. Zuzanna explained she would go get a taxi for Kevin and disappeared out the apartment door. Somewhat bemused Grandpa tried as best he could to deal with Kevin.
It had not been hard to convince Aurek to use his car, and the promise of a small tip had weighed the balance in her favour. 10 minutes later with the help of Aurek and Grandpa, Kevin had been loaded into the car. Zuzanna explained to her Grandpa that she would see Kevin safely to the hotel and make her own way back.
The receptionist at the hotel had been a godsend she had studied English, was able to speak to Kevin after a short conversation she then spoke to Zuzanna, and explained if she would go to the room with Kevin, he would give her money for the boy Aurek.
Zuzanna dully took the money to Aurek and told him she would find her on way home, much to his dismay at Zuzanna not travelling home with him he accepted the generous tip and drove off.
Zuzanna was left standing outside the hotel wondering just what she was doing.
Kevin was in his hotel room he had access to the hotel staff so he was secure, why was she going back to see him. Smiling to herself, she made her way back to the first floor room where Kevin was staying. Her Analytical mind was doing overtime working out her motives in staying.
“Czesc, come in close the door”. Kevin said as he hobbled towards the bed to lie down, as he reached it he overbalanced and began to fall. Zuzanna tried to stop the fall but overbalanced as she was the both of them fell on to the bed together.
Kevin could smell the sweet perfume she had applied before school that morning. It aroma was of a slight flowering fragrance. He lay there on the bed holding Zuzanna embraced in his arms. At first Zuzanna had thought to rise quickly from the embrace apologising for not having been quick enough to save him. But his strong arms around her gave her such a feeling of contentment, she moved a little to look into his eyes meaning only to smile and rise up from the bed. However, as she raised her head his had bent down, their lips only centimetres away from each other. What could she do? She had to kiss him.
And kiss him she did, the passion she gave to the kiss and the passion Kevin returned was amazing.
Surely, she had known him all her life. She knew in that instant she trusted him completely.

His strong-arms around her his hands in the middle of her back, caressing her stroking her with passion and arousing in her feelings Jorgen never had.
This sensation in her loins the heat of it was driving her crazy she wanted to hold him.
Encapsulate him in her body to consume him without thought or care. Lying on the bed, they began slowly kissing his hands moving slowly up and down her back sending spasms and shivers of delight at his touch.
His hands reached the nape of her neck and he pulled her head gently towards him, all the time exploring her shoulders and neck, the sensations were nearly too much for her. Wave after wave of euphoria washed over her each stronger than the last.
His hands began to move down to her hips, now he slid them under her disarrayed shirt, the feel of his strong warm hands on her flesh feeding her own passions. The heat of her desire overcame everything. With abandon, she began to explore his body; she was in a frenzy now tearing at the bottom of his shirt in an effort to reach his skin.
Her hands reached inside his shirt touching his warm skin which drove her into even more exhortations.
Calmly Kevin reached down, took both her hands, and placed them on his chest. “Are you sure this is what you want? You hardly know me”!
She was just short of tears. Even though she didn’t understand the words she knew the meaning Kevin had intended. “Yes I feel I have known you all my life.”

Sól part 2

“Czesc” the stranger stared back at her uncomprehending her words. Of course, he did not speak Polish. She could see clearly, now that he was dressed in a more Western European fashion than any local would wear.
Try English of course! It was the common tongue among Europeans.
Taking her school scarf from her neck, she began making a tourniquet for his leg.
In her poor and somewhat broken high school English, she asked if he could stand.
Nodding his head and saying yes in a strange accent she had never heard before. He began to rise with her help.
The question was what to do now? The nearest public telephone was far away. She was afraid to leave him in his weakened state, and it was more than she could do to explain in her poor English she was going for help.
Helping him to walk as best she could and saying, “Hoch hoch “ changing to English she repeated “Come come” she aided him back along the path and down the river towards her grandfather’s apartment.
Of course, that was sensible, Mrs Kornaszewski was a state nurse, retired now but still able to deal with the odd emergency that happened in her apartment block, the same one Zuzanna lived in with her grandfather.
Now she felt a little calmer as she always did when she had worked out some difficult problem.
Slowly too slowly for Zuzanna’s liking they made there way along the path by the river. Several times stopping to let the stranger regain his strength.
Zuzanna had already worked out her next course of action. If the stranger fell and she was, unable to make him rise again she would run ahead and return with Mrs Kornaszewski. It was only about half a kilometre to the apartment block.
However, the stranger seemed to realise his predicament and garnered a little extra strength, somehow knowing the young girls intention to aid him.
After what seemed to Zuzanna like kilometre’s they reached the lower apartment block where she lived. Settling the stranger in a chair just inside the room she ran upstairs to Mrs Kornaszewski’s apartment. Please God be in she prayed as she came to the top floor and banged on the door.
“What’s the matter girl you look as pale as a ghost,” Zuzanna quickly explained she needed help with the stranger and the extent of his injury to his leg.
Grabbing her medical bag from behind the door Mrs Kornaszewski and Zuzanna made her way back down to the ground floor.
5 minutes later and a few bandages and Zuzanna running as an errand girl for clean water and a basin and the stranger was ok. Mrs Kornaszewski explained to Zuzanna that she had done the most sensible thing under the circumstances. The stranger had been in no real danger from bleeding to death laughed the old nurse but it had looked that way for a while.
Possibly, he was anaemic and the slight blood loss had disoriented him enough to make him semi conscious.

“Good strong cup of tea plenty of sugar and let him rest for an hour, he will be well enough to go on his way, I suppose you should really take him along to the emergency room at the hospital and have them put a few stiches’ in his leg”, the last bit was added as an afterthought. With that, the old nurse left her alone with her charge.
Blinking with surprise, and noticing the stranger was now more coherent. She attempted to speak in her broken English. “How feel you now”?
The stranger smiled, Zuzanna felt as though the sun had just risen in front of her in all its majesty.
Again, in this strange and wonderful accent the stranger said “Thank you”. After a moment smiling again, he said “dziêkujê”
“How wonderful you speak a little Polish”. Zuzanna giggled and a little smile spread across her face.
“Let me make you a cup of tea”. Off she went to the small kitchen, and left the stranger sitting in Grandpas chair with his leg supported on the small stool.
Coming through the kitchen door, she saw Grandpa standing in front of the stranger. Obviously not happy at the prospect of Zuzanna entertaining some Strange man in his home.
Grandpa stood hands on hips raising an eyebrow at Zuzanna; she was carrying a cup of tea to Kevin, and in grandpa’s best china cup and saucer no less.
Defensively Zuzanna started to explain the whole affair from sitting in her classroom to meeting the stranger in difficulty.
Grandpa stood quietly and listened carefully to all that Zuzanna had to say.
Removing his cap and scratching his head he turned towards the stranger, who was attempting to rise from the chair.
Both Zuzanna and her grandpa settled him back him the chair.
Grandpa asked Zuzanna “What’s his name”?
Zuzanna was at a loss; of all the things she had done, it never occurred to her to ask him such a basic question.
The stranger sat in the chair bemused at the banter between Zuzanna and her grandfather, unable to understand the whole conversation spoken in fast Polish.
“Hi sorry about that but grandfather just asked me your name and I couldn’t tell him, I don’t know it”!
The stranger smiled. “My name is Kevin”. First in English then “Jestem Kevin”

Sól Part 1

It was three o clock the bell had just rung to let Zuzanna know it was the last study period on a long cold Friday afternoon. History class she hated it, stories about people long dead not even related to her most of it just data about how they spent there lives, and dates that seemed only important to them. Mr Strawinsky’s voice seemed to drone on for ever, She knew these last few weeks at secondary school were important to her she needed good pass results if she was to have a chance at getting a place in university. At 20 years old she knew this was her last chance. Now here was something important to her, university! How she longed to walk along those corridors, the knowledge she could gain. If she could qualify as a teacher of languages, she could escape this small town and visit the world. Ireland she had dreamed of it and read stories of how lush and green the grass grew there, beautiful coastlines with mountains running down to the edge of the sea. In addition, the people were so different to Polish people and such a strange and exciting culture, with their stories of giant’s legends and fairies. As usual, her attention began to wander and she looked out the window to the river.
Was that someone trying to cross the old wooden bridge near the dam? Did he not see the warning signs? Clear as day “Danger Bridge unsafe”.
OMG he has fallen through, no, she can see his leg under the bridge but he has caught himself in time. Using the bridge rail, he makes his way across and to the safety of the riverbank.
“ZUZANNA” Mr Strawinsky’s voice again. ”Please sit down I am sure whoever it was, is now ok”. She hadn’t realised she was standing trying to get a better view of the stranger now disappearing into the stand of trees near the river. As she sat down it came to her how strange he had looked. Certainly not a local or he would have known about the dangers of the bridge.
Moreover, something about the way he was dressed the long coat and wide brimmed hat, so different he even seemed to walk differently.
BRIIIIIIIING final bell school was over for the day, walking out of the class she met with Edyta and her cousin Karolina. “Well did you manage to arrange everything”? Edyta and Karolina asked, the excitement dripping of their tongues. “Yes grandpa is going to visit his brother in Wroclaw for the day sometime next week and wont return home until the next afternoon”. Replied Zuzanna, the girls all squealed in excitement. ”What about your boy Jorgen do you think he will come?” Asked Edyta, as Zuzanna began to reply, Karolina cut into the conversation. “What and bring that little blonde I seen him with at the coffee shop?”
Zuzanna was devastated Jorgen was her long time boyfriend, a few years older he had been such a charmer.

Good looking in a roughish way, but he also had access to the internet, a dream come true for Zuzanna. A small town like Zegansi was still light years away from internet cafes. Moreover, few could bear the cost of such expensive equipment and connection to the net. She had spent hours online researching things from language to culture to just everything.
She and Jorgen had an argument the other evening. She remembered it so well. The usual one, she had come to his parent’s house to use the internet and of course see Jorgen while she was there. After an hour working on the computer she had finished her course work for school and was very tired mentally, Jorgen was of course in a playful mood, all had started well a bit of fun no more then in the quiet of the room Jorgen slipped his hand under Zuzanna’s skirt. Right up to her crotch and hard against her knickers, it was so sudden and serious that just for a moment she was shocked by the intensity of the move. What had worried her more was the feelings it had aroused in her, she had never before felt such a feeling in her loins, the heat and passion built up in her in an instant. Instead of succumbing to them, she pushed him away and jumped off the bed. His reaction was startling to her, his anger frightened her. In addition, the terrible things he had said to her. How could he, she had loved him with such passion she just did not feel ready for the physical side at that moment.
This was partly why she had gone to such pains to arrange the birthday party, get grandpa away for the night, and have the house to herself with Karolina and Edyta and then a little fun.
She had decided to confront her fears throw caution to the wind and make passionate love to Jorgen on the night of her 20th birthday.
Now all those plans had come crashing down and fallen apart. The thought of Jorgen with another girl, Omg! Moreover, to make matters worse it was that little blonde-haired bitch that had been hanging about eyeing him up all the time she had been with him.
The little tart she had not wasted any time. Well she would get her revenge on them both.
Zuzanna knew Karolina was stirring the pot for her, and that this was the first she had heard about Jorgen and his little hussy.
Ok two can play that game. “Ok girls I will come to town shopping with you.” Secretly Zuzanna hoped to see the pair together and perhaps confront them both.
“Sorry Zuzanna but we go to buy you birthday present and you can’t possibly come with us.” Edyta was smiling she half-guessed Zuzanna’s plan. Edyta and Zuzanna had been best friends since early childhood, and Karolina had always been in the background both friends with Edyta and cousin to Zuzanna. But Edyta was well aware of Zuzanna with a bad temper and always steered clear of her when she was angry. This time it was beyond just angry thought Edyta. Both Edyta and Karolina skipped off on there shopping spree leaving Zuzanna to her thoughts.
Resigned to the fact she could not go with them she waved them goodbye and stood a minute watching them go. She was about to take the roadway home, but in a sudden change of mind decided to walk the river path. After all, she told herself it was shorter. Nevertheless, a nagging thought at the back of her mind said “really is it?”
Zuzanna walked up the concrete pathway to the riverbank, and along the side of the deep dark and cold water. She knew the quiet surface was a façade, underneath was a fast and strong flowing current that had taken more than a few lives.
Lost in her thoughts and with her head down looking at the path she noticed some fresh bloodstains, recently fallen on the grass just off the path.
Someone had lost quite a bit of blood and not to long ago by the look of things.
Her heart began to beat more rapidly now as she increased her pace along the side of the river.
Suddenly a thought struck her. The stranger on the bridge, he had fallen through the weak walk way, had he hurt himself so bad? She thought this was the reason she had unconsciously chosen the river path home, to search out the stranger and see what had happened to him.
A little path moved off between the trees the trail of blood led that same way. She had taken just a few steps along it when she heard what sounded like a moan. Just around the next bend was an old tree long fallen down, folk walking the forest path used it as a resting place, perhaps this was where the stranger was resting with an injured leg.
As she turned the bend there he was, but not resting as she had first thought, he was slumped over and lying against the tree.
He looked like he was unconscious at first but as she neared the tree she seen he was semi-awake, looking at his torn trouser leg it was obvious he was in trouble. There seemed to be blood everywhere she looked. Panic was not a usually the way she dealt with situations. Level headed to the last she immediately began to minister to the stranger. She did not even stop to consider if she was in any danger herself, perhaps from him.
Looking at the wound in his leg, she knew he had lost blood and was weak, ands that if she did not do something he might even die from blood loss.