Yes, I could easily be referring here to those whose ears pop when they leave their village, but I’m not. I’m talking about the typical people I meet on a regular basis, either in Gliwice or on my travels around the country. What is Polishness? A diverse stew of many traits, some which do not always fit the accepted modern narrative, but nevertheless should be celebrated. What have we become if we try to erase the experiences of those who fail to meet our ideals? Nothing but a liberal version of regimes we really do deplore. What is Polishness? It is contained in Wojtech*, a man whom I hired to perform a task I can’t give you the specifics of as it would reveal his identity. Wojtech is very skilled at what he does and the task should have taken him a week at most. And yet three months after engaging in his services, I drove to his house with my daughter Malina to see what the delay was. He answered the door drunk, gripping his pants by the waist in an effort to keep them up, staggering in the wreckage of muddled, middle-aged masculinity. With Malina translating, he launched into an epic apology, how is older children won’t talk to him, how he smokes two and half packs of cigarettes a day, how he has recently fathered a child with a woman from a different country, but he promised me once more, that the job would be ready “by Monday.” Great. I’ll be back on Monday, I told him. “Yes, yes, or Tuesday,” he replied. “Tuesday or Wednesday…” A skilled master-craftsman, Shakespearian in the Lear-like tragedy of his familial ruination, Wojtech is Poland just as much as you or I regardless of how early we rise in the morning or how well we maintain our vertical hold on life. A man pressed against the very limits of his situation to the point where his Polishness covers his body like a second skin. He is an integral part of what makes Poland Poland and your country is all the richer because of him.
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