XI. Świdnica protest.

The Świdnik protest.

Świdnik and Łęczna, both artificially brought to life without urban traditions,

yet the residents of Świdnik managed to boycott the newspaper with discipline.

While there, I saw street marches and televisions displayed in the windows.

A conglomeration of people, faced with the prevailing state of war, showed how to behave.

I wanted to transfer this behavior to the large metropolitan area of ​​Lublin.

It had generational traditions, meeting squares, and an independence monument.

I put the plan into action. My girlfriend accompanied me.

The target was the monument, and from under it, ZOMO officers chased away uninvited guests.

Ignoring the MO, we laid flowers, waiting to see what would happen.

Someone more daring stopped. The number of people was growing quite quickly.

I said, "Repeat to the others, let no one leave when they come."

I knew I had to act quickly before the ZOMO cooled everyone's enthusiasm.

A crowd gathered, and ZOMO buses arrived at Polish Union and Lithuanian Square.

I said, "Let's go." has become a meeting place for Lubliners, following the example of Świdnik,

everyone is terrified, someone suggested chanting common prayers,

I say: don't run away, disperse very slowly, panic is driving them,

I expect you every day at the monument between 10 a.m. and 6 p.m. The evening news broadcast,

go calmly, not showing your fear of our torturers.

I think you'll come in droves, informing your own people and even a random person about it.

I went to the ZOMO flank with an outstretched hand holding our documents.

A random girl with a questioning expression clung to us.

My skin crawled too. Although with us, don't be afraid. I told her,

calmly, take out your ID, we'll see what happens to us.

I somehow stopped thinking about myself, I was afraid for the safety of those gathered.

On the day of the planned February meeting, the ZOMO soldiers occupied the square in large numbers,

while large masses of those who arrived gathered right next to the main post office.

The braver ones approached to lay flowers. It looked downright heroic.

The planted police bitches were bursting at the seams with the arrested kamikazes.

The following days were no different, nothing creative except chanted insults.

The secret police didn't sleep, they inserted provocateurs into the crowd. They had to prove themselves somehow.

I didn't want to drag this out fruitlessly. It's a shame the days were wasted like this.

The knight of Grunwald was still sleeping soundly, and the freedom of assembly had been taken by the devil.