Thursday, July 26, 2018

When there is a St John's Day

In winter 1998, I visited my skiing friend Jan. He impressed me a lot with his work to develop sport in his small village. One of his initiatives was a mountain run on the summer solstice, which coincides with St John's day. It was also his nameday - in Poland nameday is more celebrated than birthday. 
At some point he said to me - I would be so pleased if you could one day participate in My race.
I smiled and answered something polite, but my thoughts were somewhere else. 
Come to Poland in summer? At that time I was preoccupied with skiing, so summer holidays looked quite alien to me. 
Participate in 12 km mountain run? Impossible! I had no problem with 90 km ski race, but run? Running was my weakest point.

3 years later, I learned about Jan's tragic death. At the same time, my health cooled down my enthusiasm for ski races. Then the memory came - it might be proper time to please my friend.
The opportunity came in 2008. By this time, I was practically out of any competitive events. My running was terrible, but I knew, that Jan still would be pleased.

On 20th June 2008, I came to Skoczow. In many places I noticed posters announcing the run. Actually it was named after my friend.

Not only the race. Coming to the start area in Jan's village - Pogorze, I noticed that the sport hall and the school bore also his name.


















There was nice number of participants. They looked awesome. Eventually I noticed few older guys in T-shirts marked something like -  Trotters Club. Maybe this is company for me - I thought and moved closer to listen to their conversations. They discussed events of last week. One participated in half marathon last Saturday, another in 15 km mountain run.
Completely discouraged,  I retreated quickly to a distant corner and waited nervously for start.


Start was signaled with a shot of an old cannon and the crowd of runners moved energetically forward. 

From the very beginning I positioned myself at the end. For a while, I followed closely a pair of runners. It looked, that the female runner was inexperienced beginner and her partner was coaching her during the run. It was a perfect company for me, I thought. But after 500 m, I gave up. I could not run any more, I slowed to a walk and considered my options.

There is no way, I could cover 12.5 km. Probably the best thing to do, is to withdraw now, when we are so close to the start area. Later it will be a nuisance to get transport back.
I was accompanied by few boys on bicycles, who played the role of rear guard.
- I think, I should withdraw... -  I said to them.
- No, you must be joking - they protested and overwhelmed me with encouragements...
- You do not have to hurry. 
- We have lots of time.
- You must not give such example to young people.
- Important thing is to finish the race. 
- Just after this turn, there is a beautiful meadow, there are lakes, it will be so nice, you have to see it.
So I walked on. 
Indeed, soon we reached the meadow. There was smell of fresh grass and of the lakes. I alternated jog and walk and moved slowly on. The last pair of runners was far ahead of me. 
From time to time, we passed farms. Around some of them there were people gathered around bonfires. On St John's night, people in Poland celebrate old pagan traditions of Sobotka. They waved to me and encouraged to continue. The course led through meadows, into a forest, up and down few hills. I did not control my time. 

A memory of  DolomitenLauf, ski race in Austria, came to me. 

At the finish line, Jan waited for me (he participated in he half distance race).  
- Why you are so late, Lech? - he asked smiling and extending his hand to me - I got cold waiting so long for you.

- Sorry my friend - I thought now - you have to wait for me again. Hopefully, it is not so cold in heaven.

Eventually I recognized familiar surrounding and heard noises of the stadium. I gathered myself to the final jog and entered the stadium.








In the tent for the officials, I noticed a familiar face - the niece of Jan. I met her during my visit 10 years earlier. She recognize me too. It appeared that she was the mayor of Skoczow. How pleased Jan would be with it. We drank glass of vodka for old memories and I moved to the exit.










Passing the school, I noticed few boys sitting at the stairs. I looked again at the commemorative plate. There was a quote from St Paul's letter to Timothy: "I have fought the good fight, I have finished the race, I have kept the faith..."
- Did you finish the race?
- asked me the boys.
- I did, I did - I answered and got a feeling that it was a bit more than the race.

Wednesday, July 11, 2018

Ah, sweet mystery of Life

Ah, Sweet Mystery of LifeAh, Sweet Mystery of Life by Roald Dahl
My rating: 3 of 5 stars

Down to earth stories from English countryside written soon after the end of the II World War.
Warm pictures of people and situations, but always adding a sprinkling of the sinister.
In the case of one story - Mr Feasey - I felt tired and disgusted with a long list of cruelties employed by race dog owners to slow down or accelerate their animals.

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Tuesday, July 3, 2018

Over to you

Over to YouOver to You by Roald Dahl
My rating: 4 of 5 stars

I know Roald Dahl from bit perverse stories for adults, published in mid 1950-ties in Poland. It was a great surprise for me to find this author many years later on shelves with books for children.
Over to you - already the title is quite ambiguous - I wonder what it means to other readers.
I see it as a routine in military radio communication - when each person ending his/her message says - over.
Military communication, right, the book is based on author's experience as RAF pilot during II World War. Roald Dahl serves in Africa, Middle East and Greece. He experienced a very serious airplane crash.
10 stories in the book are short snapshots of war experiences of the author and his colleagues. In most cases, experiences for which no human is prepared.
Some stories are shocking, but I do not think author's intention was to shock the readers. Rather to show them how helpless we all might be.

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