IX. December 13th?

December 13th?

Sunday, five in the morning, a dark night, a huge snowstorm and frost,

the group of those selected for change is growing rapidly,

we are waiting long after the departure time, what is delaying the transport,

someone came and said the door at the Węglarz family was torn off,

others reported the war, those waiting to be dispersed to their homes are panicked and afraid,

I remained in the shadows, I don't know what morale prevails within the union,

when we call him, Jaś is afraid to leave the house, when Stach is arrested,

human stagnation due to lack of readiness forces me to act out of duty,

I order a ride from the dispatcher, I put Janek and Rysiek in it,

with the vice-chairman and the chairman I go to Bogdanka before noon, the windows are open,

quiet and empty, my companions are terrified, I don't betray any fear,

there we learn from the political officer that the big shots have been interned,

I don't speak up about who I am, and even those with me had little to say

when they are attacked and intimidated by Mr. Rudyk and Mr. Director Kato,

I calmly defend the chairmen, I speak as if casually.

When they ignored me, they started paying attention, they listened to what I had to say.

After returning to Łęczna, I called a meeting of the Solidarity elders.

There were countless of them elected in the various departments of the plant.

Five guests gathered for the appointed meeting in the hotel lobby.

There was no one to talk to, let alone anything to talk about. Such was the morale and faith.

Around 4 p.m., I went to bed without food. I slept until 4 p.m.

I went to the night shift, exhausted to the point of exhaustion.

People behaved as if nothing had happened. I was a moral idiot.

My mind was slipping away into sleep. I would sleep, sleep, and sleep without decency.

In this helplessness, sitting on the edge of the wall, I fell into an uncontrolled sleep.

I didn't dream anything, I didn't hear the bang, maybe I was unconscious.

How long could I have been in this delirium? I returned when I was being prodded,

Mr. Zawadzki was above me. He leaned over and yelled at me, full of malice,

rushing me to leave. This would have ended with unknown restrictions for me.

I begged the foreman to reconsider his actions. He deigned to think

about what kind of Poland we were living in. When farmers became miners,

I had a plan for rebellion in my head. When I outlined it to him, the dream forgave me.

From that moment on, Bronek, in consent to the rebellion, was my silent partner.

In the transport, I arranged a meeting with the leaders and the hornmen.

In complete secrecy, on the way to Lublin, I presented them with a serious plan.

More out of fear than prudence, they saw no honey in its implementation.

Jaś proposed occupying the top of the shaft tower in 20-degree frost.

Rysio, being conservative, appealed to reason, said to wait it out.

Finally, I settled on mine, they will join, the organization is in my hands.

Rumors about Wujka were already starting to reach me, so I gathered myself to avoid delay.

On December 16th, the Wronia radio station trumpeted the news of Wujka's miners being killed. On December

17th, I was to proclaim a strike, implementing its elements.

Everything was finalized, but I decided to call off the elephant.

I didn't want to take responsibility. The liaison officers said I was crazy.

I ordered the shaft and surface workers to come to the floor to check the levels.

The room was bursting at the seams. I informed Bronka that this would be an emergency plan,

even the manager. The Pytlowany came, curious to see where all the gnomes were coming from.

When those assigned to work were told to leave, I declared police terror.

I said; Please, let's try to preserve the memory of our murdered brothers.

Everyone stood up, took off their helmets, and fell silent, except for T. Bojarski.

He, laughing foolishly, tried to continue the task in his helmet.

This attitude is the Łęczna model of behavior: minding your own business.

The manager, wiping a tear, went home and declared: "Dyć has balls."

We dispersed to work. It was conducted efficiently, like a party rally.

The day after the speech, as usual, a miner's mob poured out of the transports.

From the gate, I was taken to Mr. Rudyk under police supervision. Interrogation

, explanations, intimidation, and I was later driven underground.

On the 19th, the same thing happened, only I was taken to the Łęczyński commissioner.

There were many questions, the miners weren't interested and I didn't have any questions from them.

The most important thing was to mind your own business; such environments happen.

November 30, 2005:

Protest concept.

In Shaft IV, in the horizontal workings, twenty-five meters from the pit, there was a section approximately twenty meters long, divided in the middle by a grate with a strong lock. During the first shift, someone from a higher-level supervisory authority was always present below, and this "white cream" was intended to serve as a guarantee of willingness to negotiate and the immunity of the strikers. On December 17, 1981, between the first and second shifts, both buckets for the crew were to be waiting on the hatches of the pithead. As opposed to the generally accepted alternating movement with priority exit from below. Some of the notified miners from the night shift were to remain at the bottom of the gallery during the first shift. After being divided, the entire crew (who were told not to go anywhere after tools or items needed for the shift) were to proceed immediately and simultaneously to the pithead, cram into the waiting buckets, and descend in one go. After the descent, the strike was to be clearly announced, as not everyone on the first shift had been informed due to a lack of trust in certain individuals. In the event of a disturbance, those opposing the plans, along with higher-ups, were to be isolated in the aforementioned cut-off area. Simultaneously, the tracks were to be rapidly dismantled, the rails of which were to be used to immobilize both buckets, and thus the hoisting machines. Telephones would remain the only communication with the surface.

On that day, despite the strike being called off, the buckets remained stuck on the pithead hatches. The inability to inform the underground crew of the change of plans caused some confusion; the huge crowd underground, unaware of the strike's call, sent the buckets back up when they descended. When I went downstairs on the first flight to inform the liaisons that there was no strike, I was soundly scolded for not informing them earlier and for having to wait so long. They didn't really care whether they went on strike or not, and it looked as if they were doing it solely for my benefit.