A BEER IN THE PARK

SUNDAY 18th SEPTEMBER

  Another lovely day weatherwise; spent time outside reading - finished LeCarre's Our Kind Of Traitor, listened to some of my CD purchases, did some stuff on the computer, and in the late afternoon accompanied Peter and Truffles on a walk down to the park by the Vistula (about 25 mins each way), and had a beer in the conveniently situated watering hole in the middle of the park.
  In the evening we watched a Polish black comedy about a girl who falls in love with a guy in 1952, who turns out toonly want her to spy on her boss for the party.  After having his way with her on the kitchen table, she pours poison in his vodka and kills him.  She contemplates suicide, but her mother who returns in the nick of time to prevent it.  She gets her daughter to help dispose of the body in an acid bath in the loft until only the bones are left.  The grandmother who is constantly on the verge of death, advises them to wait until she is dead and then place the bones in her coffin!
  1953 and the death of Stalin is announced, secret rejoicing all over the land.  The daughter disposes of the bones in a violin case in a large sandpit.  Flash forward to the 90's and the daughter as an old lady is at the airport and greets her son (the spitting image of the murdered boyfriend of the '50s) and his boyfriend as they arrive from the States.  The son tells his boyfriend that his father was a hero of the Resistance.  His mother excuses herself for a moment on the way home and goes to light a candle at the feet of a massive concrete statue (the concrete made from the sandpit.......yes, you,ve guessed it!).