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Friday, September 28, 2012

Intercultural experiences in the east – Hel


On our way back from Hel, on the boat to Sopot, we met a Polish guy from around 25, drunk as hell (get it? He came from Hel, drunk as hell). He started talking to us- well, mostly to Liesbeth (who wouldn’t start talking to her…!)- and was drinking shots of vodka from his small bottle. After a while the bottle was empty, I don’t even want to know how many of those he had already had that day (it was only 5.30PM) as his eyes were already unbright and staring next to you when he was facing you, instead of towards you. The smell of his breath was pure alcohol and cigarettes and the look on his face was pure drunkenness. When he noticed that his bottle was empty, he growled to himself and threw the bottle into the ocean. That was stupid, but still explainable as he was drunk.  But now comes the best part.

After throwing the bottle in the ocean, he took off his backpack and took out a 500ml bottle of coke. He opened it and right before drinking, Liesbeth asked him whether it was vodka-coke. He stopped his intent of drinking, looked at her, looked at the bottle, closed it again and then threw the full bottle of coke in the ocean, shouting ‘No vodka!’. Just like that, he threw a full non-used of bottle in the water.
He then tried to invite us over for vodka-drinking in Sopot. He must have invited us five times or more, but we did not accept his invite, as we were a big unsure about his intentions.

After a while, and as he did not speak a word of English (except for ‘F*ck’, which we heard quite a few times), we were assisted by a 15-year old boy from Warsaw, speaking some English. We then started talking to the boy and what he had to say was maybe even more shocking than the drunken Polish guy on a boat from Hel (the guy actually lived in Hel, can you imagine…!).

The 15-year old told us that he was being bullied at school, because his father was Austrian. His mom was Polish, but his father was Austrian. Just for that, for what he told us at least, he was being called a nazi-child. Can you imagine how hard that must be, knowing what the nazi’s did to the Polish people during WWII? That must be so hard for a youngster to live through, just because your father happens to be Austrian… 
Port Hel

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