Chapter 6
Martyniuk and I often used to go to his brother’s house in Rudno, especially on holidays. After all, Christmas, Easter, and the Feast of the Holy Trinity1 have a special atmosphere particularly somewhere in the countryside rather than in a big city. But before taking the bus, I wandered through the streets for a long time to determine whether there was somebody tailing me. However, I didn’t want to betray the fact that I really wanted to break away, so I pretended to be shopping. I bought a bottle of wine in one store, raisins in another, because Father really loves them, and in the third, fourth, and fifth I asked for cheese from New Zealand. In the sixth, I bought Dutch cheese. I often looked around at the beautiful girls, though not at the overly beautiful ones, while at the
