I'll Meet You in Poland, Baby is a song littered with extensive World War II references which is usually thought to be symbolising a broken relationship (see . We see that Montaigne travelled, just as he wrote, completely at his ease, and . He saw a Jewish child circumcised, and wrote down a most minute account of the whatever emendations and polish it may have received, are owing to you. .. For I will not disguise from you, that their publication was deferred, upon the. The boy could hardly hope to see his mother even once a year. . I am so much afraid that you are ill as to be quite unhappy. .. As Baby Edwin was lifted from the carriage to the ground, he stood knee-deep in the rustling The women were skilled in the use of loom, spinning-wheel, and needle, and excellent cooks.
If it's done properly, therapeutically, there's no danger involved. Have you considered that what's inside me is a human being; that it's alive. It's us -- you and me. A fetus at this stage is not a human being, nor is it a person. Krishnas enter terminal building. Would you like to make a donation? She turns and sticks her head in the door. First picture is typically filled suitcase, then another, then a chest X- ray. He puts his watch, keys on the tray.
Then removes his metal arm and metal leg. The red zone is for immediate loading and unloading of passengers only. The red zone is for Betty, put down that gun! A taxi cab skids to a stop in front of him. People are rolling down the conveyor belt of a baggage carousel, banging into each other like luggage. The luggage is standing around the conveyor belt, waiting for the people to come off. Striker keeps walking but the Zealot is persistent. Finally, Striker slips out of his jacket leaving the Zealot with the coat.
Flight seven- thirty-three from Milwaukee is now arriving on the B Concourse, Gate thirty- five. It's over there by the baggage loader. He points to the left with his flashlights.
A woman tosses away her infant child as she runs off. I guess you meant for me to read it later. Elaine, I've got to talk to you. If you'll just be patient, I can work things out. Most of all it takes respect. And I can't live with a man I don't respect! The first two sections of the display are books; the third is girly magazines.
He selects a magazine entitled "Modern Sperm" and begins to page through. Captain Clarence Oveur, white courtesy phone. Captain Oveur approaches telephones and picks up a red phone. No, the white phone. Oveur picks up the white phone. One moment for your call from the Mayo Clinic. Captain Oveur, white courtesy phone. Go ahead with your call. This is Doctor Turnansky at the Mayo Clinic. Behind him are shelves filled with mayonnaise jars. She's scheduled for a heart transplant and we'd like you to tell her mother that we found a donor an hour ago.
On his desk is a beaker containing a beating heart. The heart jumps out of the beaker, across the desk and falls off the edge. Also, it's important that Give me Hamm on five, hold the Mayo. We'll have dinner -- talk it over. I've requested the Atlanta run. I promise you I really can change. They round the corner too fast and the woman falls out. And even if I could, they wouldn't hire me because of my war record.
You're the only one keeping that alive. For everyone else it's ancient history. What's hurt you the most is your record since the war. Different cities, different jobs, and not one of them shows you can accept any real responsibility. When I get back to Chicago, I'm going to start my life all over again.
The religious Zealot tries to pin a flower on his lapel. Without looking, Striker decks the Zealot with one punch. He walks after Elaine. There is a St. Christopher's statue on the dashboard. I just reviewed the Area Report for hours through hours.
That's an occluded front stalled over the Dakotas -- backed up all the way to Utah. Texaco Service Man opens hood and checks dipstick. How about the southern route, around Tulsa? IFR ceilings all the way. Oveur gives charge card to Texaco Man. Oveur signs charge form and gives it to Texaco Man. He is played by a famous athlete. Latest weather report shows everything socked in from Salt Lake to Lincoln. Good to have you aboard. Victor, this is Roger Murdock.
Texaco Man hands receipt to Oveur. Can you imagine blitzing on third and long with two minutes in the game? She looks at her list. She is on board. She hands him a smoldering ticket, and he walks out the door. Striker musters his courage and walks toward airplane.
It's halfway down on your right. As Striker sits down he sees Elaine, who is unaware he is on board. The Elderly Woman next to him notices. I've been nervous lots of times. I used to be a pilot myself Oh Mother, this is so exciting. You relax and I'll be back after we take off. The Soldier is in the open doorway waving good-bye to his tearful girlfriend at the base of the plane. We are loaded and ready to taxi. You are third in line for takeoff Air Israel, taxi into position.
Air Poland, you are cleared for takeoff. Taxi to runway one-niner. Have your picture taken as soon as you get there and send me one! As she runs, she dodges posts.
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We HEAR the chug chug of a steam engine pulling from a station. She runs through crowd of people standing on side of runway. GIRL Don't you go getting fat or anything. Okay, here -- hurry! He tosses her his watch. GIRL Oh, but it's your watch. She is now knocking down posts as she keeps up with the accelerating plane.
I'll keep it with me all the time. Take care of yourself. I love you, darling. She stops running and waves. Flight two-zero-niner, you are cleared for takeoff. Oveur throws console lever into second gear.
Flight two-zero-niner, cleared for vector three What's our vector, Victor? Oveur throws console lever into third. Tower radioed clearance, over. He swallows a couple of pills. Good evening, this is Captain Oveur speaking. We'll be cruising at thirty-six, thousand feet, and arrival time in Chicago is ten-forty-five Central Time. The temperature there is sixty-two degrees, with a twenty percent chance of precipitation. And now here's Victor with People in the news. Ali McGraw announced another spin on the marriage-go-round.
And who's the lucky guy? None other than Olympic gymnast Striker's seat is vacant. Elaine hands her a small piece of paper. Elaine turns and is shocked to see Striker approaching his seat. I don't have time now. And a darling figure. It's a shame you're not getting along. Things used to be different. I remember when we first met. It was during the war. An assortment of unsavory characters are hanging around the bar. I used to hang out in the Magumba Bar.
Shapely female legs walking on bar stop in front of Striker. It was a rough place. You would count on a fight breaking out almost every night. One Girl Scout bashes the other against the jukebox buttons. I didn't go there that night to fall in love, I just dropped in for a couple of drinks.
But suddenly there she was. I was captivated, entranced. It hit me like a thunderbolt. I had to ask the guy next to me to pinch me to make sure I wasn't dreaming.
Longshoreman gives him a look and moves away cautiously. I was afraid to approach her, but that night, fate was on my side. Elaine's dancing partner is stabbed in the back and falls to the grould.
No one notices but Striker who eagerly fills in. They make a perfect disco couple. The other dancers make a circle around them. They begin with fancy disco steps, move on to flips and seemingly impossible acrobatics, finally ending with incredible stunts: Striker, jumping through flaming hoops and Elaine, hanging from a chandelier by her teeth and twirling.
But enough about me. I hope this hasn't been boring for you. Elderly's legs dangling next to him. She has hung herself. She takes a cup. I take it black. You see, I'm a teacher in the New York City school system, and I was attending a seminar on visual aids to education. Are you from L. I'm from Washington, D. I'm a lobbyist for the Small Businessmen's Assocation.
Steak for Joey and my wife and I will have the fish. JOEY Aw, gee whiz. I'll talk to the Captain and see what I can arrange. Elaine moves on to the two Black Dudes. The Black Dudes point to their selections on the menu. She falls down at the water's edge, exhausted. Striker drops to his knees and they embrace passionately.
A huge wave washes over them covering them completely. When the wave recedes, they're still locked in the same embrace. They are covered with seaweed.
Fish are flopping around in the sand. These past few months have been wonderful. Tomorrow why don't we drive up the coast to that little seafood place and My squadron ships out tomorrow.
I'll be leading a very important mission. I worry about you so much. Another huge wave washes in and covers them completely. Flight two-zero-niner, this is Denver Flight Control. You're approaching some rough weather. Please climb to forty-two thousand feet. Elaine and Joey enter. Mister Murdock and Mister Johnson. This is Joey Hammen. You can see better. Would you like to have it? He gives Joey a small toy airplane and puts his arm around him. I've never been up in a plane before.
Murdock picks up phone. Climbing to cruise at forty-two thousand. Will report again over Lincoln. Joey has been paying very close attention to Murdock, and suddenly recognizes him. JOEY Wait a minute. You're Kareem Abdul Jabbar. You play basketball for the Los Angeles Lakers! My name is Roger Murdock. He turns to Basta. I've seen you play. My Dad's got season tickets! Let him stay up here. But just remember, my name is Roger Murdock. He points to his nametag.
JOEY I think you're the greatest. But my Dad says you don't work hard enough on defense. I'm out there busting my buns every night. Murdock realizes he has given himself away. He quickly looks to see if Oveur is listening. Oveur is busy checking instruments. Murdock grabs Joey by the collar and whispers angrily. Tell your old man to drag Unseld and Lanier up and down the court for forty-eight minutes. Denver Control, this is Flight two- zero-niner continuing on a heading two- niner-niner I know things haven't been right for a long time.
But it will be different All I have are memories. I remember how you used to hold me When it did, it was almost like Not as long as you insist on living in the past! You're too low, Ted! Elaine is seated at bedside. But that's not important right now. They've cleared you of any blame for what happened on that raid. Isn't that good news? Because of my mistake six men didn't return from that raid. Lieutenant Zipp died this morning. Ted, Doctor Sandler says you'll be out in a week.
No one expects you to get over this immediately. McCobb untangles himself and walks off. It's got a brick fireplace and a cute little bedroom with mirrors on the ceiling. He thinks he's a pilot, still fighting the war. He thinks he's Ethel Merman.
Two attendants attempt to restrain her. Would you like some coffee before we serve dinner? Randy moves on to the Hammens. Jim never has a second cup of coffee at home. The guitar is on the seat next to her. I thought I might be able to cheer her up.
Randy takes the guitar and walks down the aisle. The guitar clonks people on the back of the head. Oh, you have a guitar! Randy is sitting on the edge of the gurney as she strums three opening chords. Finally, everyone is smiling sweetly at each other. In the silence I listened to the voices inside me, and they told me again and again. There is only one sea. No one else notices.
There is only one people, we are one and the same. We are the Father, we are the son. Davis rushes to reconnect Lisa's I. Davis pounds Lisa's chest. Davis on the head. A little bit late tonight. Oveur removes his headset, Elaine puts tray down.
We've got some heavy stuff ahead of us. It might get rough again unless we can climb on top. But our airspeed is holding steady at six hundred ten knots. By the way, Joey Hammen asked me if you would autograph this basketball. Murdock autographs it reluctantly. So Elaine and I joined the Peace Corps. We were assigned to an isolated tribe, the Molombos. They had never seen Americans before.
At first, they didn't know what to think of us; but soon we gained their trust. The Chief extends his right hand for conventional handshake. Striker shows him power grip. When the Chief is pleased, Striker gives him five. The Chief pauses then decks Striker. It really was a challenge during the year introducing them to our Western culture. This two quart "Seals-M-Rite" container with a special "Close-M-Tite" lid keeps hotdog buns fresh for days and prevents sugared cereals from sticking.
She scoops a ladle of corn mush from a carved wooden bowl into a Supperware container. ELAINE Meat and dairy products are protected against unwanted refrigerator odors when sealed in this non-slip pastel colored "Freez-o-leer". You must understand that these people had been completely isolated from civilization. An hour later, everything starts hurting again, aching. I inject to feel like you. Ma will be here in an hour!
Annie, stand by the window and keep an eye on the gate. Sveta looks daggers, but she gets up too, goes to the cupboard and pulls a satin ribbon off the shelf. She looks at it dozily. And have the same diagnosis as me. He was cawd Oyeg. But when I saw we had nothing ess in common, I undid it and burned it. I bought a new one. I went back to that church later and put money in the box.
You have to stand under the dome, right in the centre where God can hear you best. Only you absolutely must give something in return. I did, he gave me Oyeg, but now I have nothing to pay him with. I have nothing at aw. The end of the ribbon slips out of her hand and encircles her feet.
Witch and Sveta have been injecting crocodile since last July. They will die this year. My Ma is going to be here in an hour! Sveta rolls the ribbon up in a ball. An hour and a quarter has passed since her mother phoned, but time too seems to live by its own laws in this kitchen. Perhaps, in the curtain, time crawls as slowly as a reptile and stretches like a pinched vein. Perhaps Witch is experiencing eternity in the curtain. Perhaps, outside, curtain time takes its revenge for being so merciless stretched and gobbles up hours, turning them into minutes.
Only I am still at the table. If I took it off, Witch would steal it. I know that, and also that I have a serious guarantee of protection in this cookshop. Witch eavesdrops on the conversation. Drugs are not my scene!
Her lacerated fingers keep slipping off the flat side on to the sharp blade. She lets go of the blade. Go fuck yourself, dickhead. Ma will be here in an hour, you fucker. Mish-a, get Marina something to eat, fuck it. Oh, what a fuck-up, Marina, what a fuck-up, eh? She comes into the kitchen with a fixed look of apprehension. She is inscrutable as her weary eyes take in the bottle, the lid, the syringes, and the whole lot of them.
She turns and, without a word, walks slowly out of the house, looking down at her feet. She walks past the rickety greenhouse and the first feathers of the chaotically growing onions. In the morning we go out buying. Witch is wearing jeans, a jacket and rubber flip-flops. I find myself carrying a large plastic bag containing petrol, soda, hydrochloric acid, matches, iodine, and a nylon stocking. Witch looks around cautiously.
In Yekaterinburg, as nowadays everywhere else in Russia, there is a ban on the sale of medicines containing codeine, but all the local drug addicts know pharmacies where they can buy unpackaged tablets under the counter by paying over the odds.
There are addicts who hang around these pharmacies ready to relieve anybody weaker than themselves of their purchases. We go upstairs and cautiously open the door. Behind the counter, separated from us by a glass screen, is a plump, rosy-cheeked woman in a white coat. She looks Witch over quickly and decides she is okay, but lingers on me. I put the bag on the counter. And Tropicamide, two packs. I try persistently to catch her eye, but she seems to be making a point of avoiding eye contact.
The pharmacist finally looks up at me. She has pale blue eyes and there is something cold behind her overly obliging manner. The lozenges break her practised routine and for a moment she is nonplussed. I open the pack and put one in my mouth without taking my eyes off her. I am paying for the drugs, and this serves as my protection in our patch. Witch deftly sweeps the drugs into the bag. But then another woman turned up, thin, nice, and a junkie.
He hitched up with her. He must have been sleeping rough in stairways. Then he turned up again and she took him back. Annie tears pages out of a crime novel by Tatiana Polyakova and pours the tablets out on to them. Sveta looks out the window at a pink apartment building opposite with white curtained windows and tidy, recently turned over front gardens. He is cooking up for someone else.
Misha is the best person in this patch at cooking and finding a vein, and for that he is rewarded with a free fix. Oleg and I got together in the spring. In this unfamiliar kitchen flooded with clear light, her eyes under their plucked eyebrows seem naked. We just lay side by side for days at a time. He punched me in the face. You need to go away somewhere. A ray of sunshine from the window falls on it too. He nicked the speakers out of a car. She glances out the window again in the hope of seeing Misha on his way.
Vadik gives him money for buying too and he milks it.
I would never do that kind of stuff. We bought two packs of eyedrops. I could have squirrelled one away, but I straight away showed everyone, look, two packs. Anyone who does that stuff is a shit junkie. He is greeted with smiles of joy, and in next to no time all five of them are clustered round the cooker, sucking the yellow drug out of the pan up into their syringes. Sitting at the table, I gaze at their backs, and their shoulder blades look broken.
Like animals at a waterhole in a drought, each one knows their place in the queue. First, Witch fills her syringe because I made the buy and I belong to her. They check intently who is getting how much, and count out the eyedrops.
If I ran right now into the middle of the kitchen and bellowed at the top of my voice, they would not turn round. Their world extends only a few metres and has the cooker and its hood at its centre.
It is not a world within the world: In it there are neither saints nor sinners, no thieves or benefactors, only the harsh laws of survival. There is no truth, no certainty about anything, not even that the sun will rise tomorrow. It is a world which arises when people are dicing with death. A supreme, inexorable law instantly appears, an axis around which their universe revolves: She is lying in the large room on a couch, not wearing a sweater, only her bra. The wind stirs a light curtain and wafts into the room the laughter of women and the cries of small children.
I want to tell you something. From a heart attack. I am so ashamed, Marina. We keep it from him because otherwise he really would drink himself to death. Then she just cried and cried, all the time. It has a tall china cabinet, ample armchairs and a large plasma TV, but is let down by the shells from the Mediterranean, the cardboard trays of seedlings, the framed photographs, and particularly by the flat, peasant faces in them. Witch calls this a wicked pad.
It is the epitome of all she aspires to. Misha has already injected her, having first retired to the larder to inject himself in the groin. Now, like a spectre, he is again at work in the kitchen.
Crocodile is cooked days and nights at a time. I have a criminal record. We used to go thieving from shops and warehouses. How many times the police caught me! How many times they beat me up, kicked me!
One time we went into a shop. The guys were lifting bagfuls of martinis. I was covering for them. First, they sat me on a chair. One of them took a great swing and whacked my liver.
I fell off the chair one time and they beat me on the kidneys. One would have been more than enough. They wanted me to go into a cell and grass up the pushers. They let you shoot up right there and then. Then you shop someone. In one photo she is wearing a lovely wedding dress, trimmed with little blue flowers.
The bridegroom is blond, wearing a suit, and looks perfectly normal. The year is Alex is at home, over in their patch. I quarreled with him yesterday. Know how it happened? I got pregnant before the wedding, and I was already drinking a bit. He could have terminated it, but he, you know I had an abortion. I did well at school and college. I had a job at an aircraft factory. When I got pregnant, there was nobody to tell me an abortion was a bad thing to do.
You are still hitting the bottle. She said the same. Get some treatment first, and have a baby later. The girls in the ward told that while you were drugged it was like you were flying on a swing and you felt well and happy, but for me it was dreadful. I felt I was imprisoned inside something squishy and being tossed from one wall to the other. He so wants a child. She touches the delicate tops of the shoots. They never told me it might not be passed on to the baby. They just presented me with a fact.
Were you going to land something like that on our parents? I only noticed when my belly started swelling. They gave me an injection to kill the baby. I was walking around with him dead inside me for a whole day. I felt sorry for him, but I just wanted to get it over with and forget everything as quickly as possible.
It was night time: No doctors came near me. She asked me if I could stand. I said I could. Give birth into that. I wrapped him up and carried him to an empty ward myself.
I just know it was a boy. He was blue, covered in blood, and he had nails. After that they put me in an examination chair and cleaned me up. The doctors were dressed like spacemen. I went back to the ward and thought I would fall asleep, but there was suddenly so much pain in my heart. I chose not to. I went to the toilet and it fell out of me, — this embryo. It seemed to get stuck here. We are going visiting, to the neighbouring patch where Witch is going to give them some eyedrops, bought with my money, as a present.
The petrol fumes have given me a headache. Still, that was my choice. We pass several blocks and turn into the entrance of a high-rise. The lock was broken. You just pushed and it opened There was a young child sitting there. They were all injecting, while he sat there staring.
They say these fumes make you into a moron. He died two years ago. Your life is different.