By David J. Jackson
In Classrooms and Barrooms, David J. Jackson recounts his stories in the course of a semester-long Fulbright Fellowship in Poland the place he taught periods on the collage point and realized extra approximately Poland and himself than he anticipated. From the trepidation linked to studying he used to be assigned to educate in a urban thought of by means of such a lot to be an uncongenial wilderness to assembly American and varnish colleagues for the 1st time, Jackson's concerns vanished as he fast discovered to simply accept the demanding situations Poland provided. midway via his time in Poland he stumbled right into a bar populated with an ever-changing forged of eccentric locals who welcomed him into their international. each one stopover at led him to a different revelation approximately Polish historical past and tradition. Alternating between hilarious, somber, and uplifting, Jackson's stories within the study rooms and barrooms of Poland target either to notify and entertain.
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I asked him if he had any public performances coming up, but he said no. Then he turned a little bit serious. ” I said. “I listened to it many times . ” “Yes . ” “I liked many of the songs. The structure. The lyrics. Many of them were beautiful. ” I nodded—I’d included only a handful of political songs on the Phil Ochs disc I’d given him because I wasn’t sure he’d understand all the American 1960s references, and besides I think Phil’s personal stuff is more enduring. “But the other songs . ” “The other songs .
On the way to the tram stop I stopped at a middle eastern restaurant for some takeaway food—“na wynos” in Polish. A waitress who had served me before brought me an English-language menu, which I thought was very kind of her. I ordered my food, and sat at the bar with my beer and waited. Then two Polish lads showed up and ordered shots of śliwowitz—Serbian plum brandy with 70 percent alcohol. Of course one of them started talking to me. He said he’d just returned to Łódź from England, and would I drink a shot with them?
She signed me up for internet service in my apartment. She helped me avoid a second physical examination, and she served me dinner on my second night in town. She spent two full working days helping me, and she tolerated my sense of humor along the way. Before our visit to the city offices for registration, Paulina warned me repeatedly that I had to bring my passport with me. ” “Perhaps we should just drop you off with the police,” she said with a slight smile. ” I replied. Chapter Seven Meanwhile, Back at Kresowa After a discussion with some of my students, I returned for my third visit to Kresowa.