The mystery of the world went to her hometown. We did not get Indeed Dzidka leave for school. Fortunately
autumn this year has been generous in the heat, sun and fungi. All of Poland set off so as to cultivate nature zewem our national sport. Armed with baskets, buckets and knives, a boots obuci countrymen gave up on searching for mushrooms, which this year could have been literally mowed. The action is like a militia, which lend themselves to everyone regardless of age, status, gender or party affiliation-a veritable fever Basidiomycetes.
friends we met talked about podgrzybkach, pleted and mushrooms. The saleswoman at the store apologized for the dark fingers, which she failed to come clean after the morning grzybobraniu. Favorite hairdresser went on vacation for three days-lost in the woods with a wicker basket. In orthodontics and finally met someone like me-another person who also closing his eyes he sees mushrooms. We all lived mushroom picking. Nay, even a family, which is alien to our national sport (probably due to the mixing of blood from the Italian borderland) treated us to lunch meeting just by their neighbor maślaczkami.
Other nations have football, basketball, eating hamburgers, and we like to roam through the woods in hopes of encounter something you do not wytrujemy the whole family. Poles combines the mushrooming nothing mystical, primitive bond. Worries go into the shadows, news, and even lose their rank within the tax increase applied to anyone of liberalism is not terrible.
At the end of your stay, just before departure, home affairs program treated us to a reportage from the training ground. The military before firing the forest, announced the launch maneuvers through a megaphone and shouted in that forest. After a moment of okrzyczanego, but not yet ostrzelanego gunfire came out in droves boron-like mushroom pickers surprised, allegedly with repentance, wielding great specimens of mushrooms. Oh, how love is not Polish?
PS. The personal success is deemed the fact that my husband is a wedding this year earned mushroom basket, instead of traditional litter (bottles, cans), which is not hid from him as opposed to the edible Basidiomycetes. Years of taking him to a forest in the man's companion yielded fruit.
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