MICHAL
Nothing good will come of it
Hi, it's me, Michal - an ordinary guy from a small town.
I never stood out in any way. As a kid in school, I was a poor student. Besides, I always heard, "Michał, he's bad, weak, he'll never amount to anything." And that was true.
I come from a poor home. My parents barely made ends meet. I saw their helplessness firsthand, and I was furious that they were like that. I promised myself that when I grew up, I would move abroad.
At 16, the partying, drinking, and drug experimentation began. I'd disappear from home for days at a time. A shady crowd appeared. Petty thefts, fights. It didn't last long. I got punched many times myself, and my teeth were knocked out. And suddenly, the police burst into the house. They took me in for questioning. Right then, at my lowest point, I swore I'd never upset my parents again.
After 48 hours they let me go home.
I was free!!!
Companions in life
And so the days, years, passed. Everything normalized again. All the discos were mine. The alcohol, despite the constant lack of money, flowed freely. The buddies were always the same—companions in life and in fun.
When they came to my house, they always felt at home. My mother always chatted with them, laughed at their jokes. When they were hungry, she fed them.
My dad suffered from asthma since he was a child. He worked as a railway worker, working in freight transport. I'll never forget my dad admitting to my mom that six months earlier (on Christmas Day), someone had jumped in front of him on a train. He was unable to work for some time.
I'm the oldest of my siblings. I have two other brothers—Damian and Jakub. Maybe they'll tell us about themselves someday.
