XII. Spontaneous strike.

Spontaneous strike.

The rural population is a community with a specific mentality,

the entire artificially driven Polish industry deserves mentioning,

people in the countryside work for a short time, but with toil, then they get a job.

This is precisely the kind of people who came from Poland to Bogdanka in particular.

Industry is not their thing, so they didn't apply themselves and didn't jump,

and their home was a hotel. Due to job loss, they feared losing it too,

so they wouldn't return to the village they were so careful not to return, they kept their noses shut.

That's why Łęczna is a large village, because it is inhabited by those who left their cottages,

like sheep running to their ancestor with their problems,

but I felt they weren't ready and wouldn't follow their sheep.

It wasn't an easy environment, they came from all over Poland looking for work,

for quick apartments and solid pay, and money was their master.

At the beginning of June, I returned from vacation, I had been gone for two weeks,

the fifth month of martial law was over, my psyche had a bit of a rest

, On my return, the guys arrived, many problems had accumulated,

a new forge for lazy minds, the days of solitude were over, quiet,

to free ourselves from the indoctrination of the mind by their accumulated problems.

I said, gather the entire staff of the first and second shifts in front of the office,

I will ask the manager to present your long-standing pros and cons .

The next day everyone was there, I called the manager, they were silent in unison.

Among the crew was Tomek T. All eyes were on him,

he was the father of Solidarity, so I also recognized his seniority in the leadership. At the beginning,

to break the silence, I said; It was time for questions.

Silence continued. The frightened manager relaxed and uttered a curse

to avoid looking completely foolish. Tomek and I began to attack in turns.

For the next few days, Tomasz was taken off his shift by the secret police for confession.

I was secretly glad that despite the storm that had arisen, I didn't have to save myself.

It wasn't my time. He was taking the proverbial heat, I was saved .

Those in the power trough usually didn't consider decency within boundaries

. Manager Romek F. rose to the top, and the manager remained a red-haired foreman, a trickster like a fox.

In a state of war with the nation, it was difficult to get a promotion, since that's how it was, he wasn't for nothing.

Then, as now, a careerist always prevails; poverty never bothers such people.