by Anton Shilyaev:
Funny stories happen in Warsaw. I walked around the city today, I crossed the street, I watched a car stunned. A blond woman in her 30s. Trying to get – no. She is almost in tears, behind her a traffic jamming, everybody quarrels. I think I will go further, but then remembered how I was helped myself in such situations. I approached her, I look at the nearby stop, I think I drive the car there, good 3 golf. I explain to her – drive to stop. She looks at me with blinking eyes - what is this eastern barbar going to do with my car?) I start pushing, she is generally in horror, the drivers around also do not understand what is happening. A little later they understood began to signal, said a good man. I pushed her to stop, I think okay, I’ll go. She jumps out - barzoo daykyu and so on. I ask what happened, she is half crying and half talking a lot. Eventually I realized that there was a problem with the battery. I speak to her in broken Russian, Polish and English, so that she can call her friends and get rid of her. She didn’t understand what it meant to be dirty. What could be pushed from behind, she also did not perceive. I tell you to open the cap. She is in horror again. I open myself. I see the clemma all oxidized and barely holds. He cleansed the clamp, put the spark, swallowed his fingers as much as he could. I say factories. went on. He looks at me with completely shaken eyes. I asked, are you a mechanic? Answered - I am a teacher from Belarus)))) I wonder what now about us will be the bikes to go...