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Authors: Zygmunt Miloszewski
Tags: Fiction, General, Suspense, Mystery & Detective, Suspense fiction, Crime, Murder, Investigation, Murder - Investigation, Group psychotherapy
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Aleksander Kwaśniewski appeals to Marshal of the Sejm - chairman of the Polish parliament - Włodzimierz Cimoszewicz to change his mind and run in the forthcoming presidential election. A physicist at Adam Mickiewicz University in Poznań publishes a theory that ever so often a super-predator will inevitably appear on Earth, a real killing machine that tidies up the planet. Punk rock band Green Day give a concert at the Spodek stadium in Katowice. In Warsaw three trams crash outside the National Museum and thirteen people are taken to hospital. The Museum of Technology within the Palace of Culture and Science is given a defibrillator by journalist and charity promoter Jerzy Owsiak to help save the lives of visitors who suffer heart attacks. More and more people are protesting against the ban on the Equality Parade. The organizers are announcing rallies for which they do not have to have permission. Maximum temperature in the capital - fifteen degrees, despite which it is quite sunny with no rainfall.
I
Being a therapist is undoubtedly a lucrative profession, thought Teodor Szacki as he parked outside a brand-new apartment block
on Pawiński Street. He sat in the car for a while longer to listen to the end of ‘Original of the Species’ from U2’s latest album. A brilliant track, a brilliant album - the boys from Dublin had finally returned to their rock-music roots. As he reported to the doorman at a porter’s lodge clad in marble and granite, and then walked across a beautifully maintained courtyard with a fountain and a children’s play area, he thought being a therapist must be a bloody lucrative profession. And as he entered Rudzki’s apartment on the eleventh floor he reckoned he’d give anything to be back at the start of his career again, as he’d be sure to choose psychology.
Rudzki really did seem unwell, and his age added to the impression. A sixty-year-old man can look great, but only when he takes the trouble. At Łazienkowska Street on Sunday, Rudzki had looked excellent, like a cross between Ernest Hemingway and Sean Connery. Today, with straggly greasy hair and dark rings around his eyes, and tightly wrapped in a dressing gown, he was a sickly old man.
The apartment must have been quite large, about three hundred square feet, but Szacki could only make a guess about that, and about the layout of the rooms in the private part. Rudzki showed him into the lounge, and this time Szacki simply couldn’t hold back his emotions. The rectangular room, with an adjoining kitchen, was about one hundred and twenty square feet in size (his whole flat was only 170), and the walls facing north and west were entirely made of glass, consisting of nothing but windows. The view knocked him for six. To the west there wasn’t all that much to see - the roofs of Ochota, the hideous dome of the Blue City shopping centre and Szczęśliwicka Hill. But to the north lay Warsaw’s version of Manhattan flaunting itself. From this spot all the skyscrapers in the City Centre appeared to be standing next to each other, both the old ones - the Forum Hotel, the Marriott and Intraco II, and the new ones - the Intercontinental, Golden Terraces, Rondo 1, the Daewoo
building and of course the Palace of Culture, which even provided an interesting contrast to the sea of glass surrounding it. The view was so totally of Warsaw that it even surpassed the panorama of the left bank from Gdański Bridge. Szacki decided he’d have to find an excuse to come and see Rudzki after dark. A search, perhaps?
“Impressive, isn’t it?” croaked Rudzki as he handed Szacki a mug of coffee. “You must come round after dark one day. Some nights I spend a whole hour at the window without getting at all tired of it.”
Szacki called himself to order.
“Yes indeed, it could be nice,” he commented indifferently.
WITNESS INTERVIEW TRANSCRIPT. Cezary Rudzki, born 2nd August 1944, resident at Pawiński Street, has higher education, runs a private
I
Being a therapist is undoubtedly a lucrative profession, thought Teodor Szacki as he parked outside a brand-new apartment block
on Pawiński Street. He sat in the car for a while longer to listen to the end of ‘Original of the Species’ from U2’s latest album. A brilliant track, a brilliant album - the boys from Dublin had finally returned to their rock-music roots. As he reported to the doorman at a porter’s lodge clad in marble and granite, and then walked across a beautifully maintained courtyard with a fountain and a children’s play area, he thought being a therapist must be a bloody lucrative profession. And as he entered Rudzki’s apartment on the eleventh floor he reckoned he’d give anything to be back at the start of his career again, as he’d be sure to choose psychology.
Rudzki really did seem unwell, and his age added to the impression. A sixty-year-old man can look great, but only when he takes the trouble. At Łazienkowska Street on Sunday, Rudzki had looked excellent, like a cross between Ernest Hemingway and Sean Connery. Today, with straggly greasy hair and dark rings around his eyes, and tightly wrapped in a dressing gown, he was a sickly old man.
The apartment must have been quite large, about three hundred square feet, but Szacki could only make a guess about that, and about the layout of the rooms in the private part. Rudzki showed him into the lounge, and this time Szacki simply couldn’t hold back his emotions. The rectangular room, with an adjoining kitchen, was about one hundred and twenty square feet in size (his whole flat was only 170), and the walls facing north and west were entirely made of glass, consisting of nothing but windows. The view knocked him for six. To the west there wasn’t all that much to see - the roofs of Ochota, the hideous dome of the Blue City shopping centre and Szczęśliwicka Hill. But to the north lay Warsaw’s version of Manhattan flaunting itself. From this spot all the skyscrapers in the City Centre appeared to be standing next to each other, both the old ones - the Forum Hotel, the Marriott and Intraco II, and the new ones - the Intercontinental, Golden Terraces, Rondo 1, the Daewoo
building and of course the Palace of Culture, which even provided an interesting contrast to the sea of glass surrounding it. The view was so totally of Warsaw that it even surpassed the panorama of the left bank from Gdański Bridge. Szacki decided he’d have to find an excuse to come and see Rudzki after dark. A search, perhaps?
“Impressive, isn’t it?” croaked Rudzki as he handed Szacki a mug of coffee. “You must come round after dark one day. Some nights I spend a whole hour at the window without getting at all tired of it.”
Szacki called himself to order.
“Yes indeed, it could be nice,” he commented indifferently.
WITNESS INTERVIEW TRANSCRIPT. Cezary Rudzki, born 2nd August 1944, resident at Pawiński Street, has higher education, runs a private
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