The man who kidnapped Laura was sitting on a bench on 3 Maja Street, watching the young people sitting on the bench opposite. They were drinking alcohol, cursing, and harassing passersby.
The man had had enough; he couldn't stand their vulgar language any longer. It reminded him of his childhood.
He sat in a dark room and cried. His father, in the next room, was beating his wife.
"Daddy! Leave Mommy alone!" the boy screamed, banging on the door repeatedly. It was locked.
Suddenly, the boy noticed with horror that someone was turning the door key. His father entered the room, carrying a whole box of lollipops. He placed them on the floor in front of the boy and said, "
Eat, son. Your mommy's sleeping. Don't worry."
When the boy eagerly took a lollipop, his father approached him and hit him with all his might.
The boy fell to the ground, a delicious, fruity lollipop in his mouth. One from the "Liwocz" company...
A tear rolled down the cheek of a man staring at a group of drinking teenagers. He decided to do something to stop them from harassing passersby. He stood up and walked over to the bench where the young people were sitting.
"What do you want, you filthy bastard?" asked the boy, who looked very feisty.
"I want you to stop harassing people. They didn't do anything to you.
" "And how do you know?
" "I know everything. Now get out of here!"
However, the young people ignored the man's words. He was already very angry, because he only shouted,
"I'll save you!" and hit the boy sitting closest to him.
Passersby reacted to this, approaching the man, started grabbing him, and shouting that they would call the police. The man managed to break free and started running. After a moment, he realized with relief that no one was chasing him, so he could slow down. Now calmed down, he entered the gate on Grunwaldzka Street and leaned against the wall. Another childhood memory tried to dominate his thoughts...
"Remember, son. If you drink alcohol, you'll end up just like daddy.
" "Don't be afraid, I won't touch vodka like you.
" "What did you say?! How dare you talk back to me?!
"Dad, I don't...
" "Yes! That's what you did, and you'll be punished for it.
" "Just don't...
" The man could no longer control his thoughts and emotions. He burst out of the gate, screaming and frightening passersby. He ran down Grunwaldzka Street, ignoring the people trying to stop him and help him. He ran into the street. Cars honked at him, some drivers leaned out of their cars, shouting and cursing, but he paid them no attention. What mattered to him now was the pain that was practically bursting his head. Suddenly, a young girl, maybe sixteen, stopped him. She gently asked,
"What's wrong?"
The man was relieved to find that the girl's gentle voice had helped him chase away the bad thoughts. He smiled shyly and replied,
"Nothing's wrong.
" "Are you sure?" The girl had such a soothing voice that he wanted to listen to it for hours.
"Absolutely. Thank you very much.
" "Then I'll be going," the stranger said, and headed toward Grunwaldzka Street.
The man continued to stare at her tall, shapely figure, unable to believe what had just happened. Finally, he realized he was sitting on the sidewalk, and people passing by were giving him strange looks. He rose to his feet and started walking. He went to the market square, sat on the stage, and wept bitterly...
"What happened to you? Why are you crying?" "
I met a real angel..."
"Do you believe in angels?
" "No..."
"Then she was just an ordinary girl.
" "You don't know anything!
" "At least I don't believe..."
The girl who helped the man she met on the street couldn't forget the incident for a long time. It came alive in her memory every so often, wreaking havoc on her thoughts.
After a while, the girl noticed she'd been thinking about the mysterious man constantly and wondering if she'd ever meet him again. She hadn't known it would happen so quickly and with such unforeseen results.
"What's your name, anyway?
" "I don't have a name.
" "Everyone does...
" "But I don't.
" "So what should I call you? I've been here all these years, and I still don't know your name...
" "Simply Nemo...
" Nemo walked down the street, wanting to save someone, to help someone. But he didn't know who might be worthy of his help.
"It didn't work out with the girl..." he thought, looking at a group of children playing in the yard.
He knew who he had to save. A strange girl...
"Mommy, wake up. I'm hungry!" the boy said, shaking the woman lying on the floor.
Suddenly, the boy's father entered the room. He looked at his son with disgust and said,
"Leave your mother alone, she's sleeping. What are you even shouting about?!"
"I'm hungry..."
"Hungry, always hungry. You're six years old now, you have to take care of your own food. Get out of the house!
" "Okay, Daddy...
" The girl had a strange dream. She dreamed of this man. He was lying on the sidewalk, shouting something about salvation and that he would save everyone. Suddenly, she approached him. Some inner voice told her not to help him, because he was evil. The man's eyes blazed with anger. He grabbed the girl by the throat and began choking her. No one could help her.
"My daughter, wake up! You'll be late for school!" Her mother's voice ripped the girl from the brutal world of sleep.
"Thanks for everything, Mom," she called to her mother and got out of bed. She tried to shake off the remnants of the bad dream, but she couldn't. The scene of death kept flashing before her eyes. Her death... "
You're like the Herald of Death, an evil angel.
" "Why do you think so? "
"I've dreamed about it more than once, and always someone died..." "
Because of me? "
"Yes and no...
" "No? "
"I can't explain it to you. " "
At least try.
" "Because someone else was murdering.
" "Who? Who was my companion?
" "I..."
On the day of the murdered policeman's funeral, no one was planning on organizing street demonstrations or marches of the living. Almost no one, because Ewelina had gathered her closest friends in her room and together they tried to think of a special way to honor the deceased policeman's memory. Fortunately, none of them had any sensible ideas. Fortunately. Although...
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