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After the first look through the window I knew that it was
going to be the day the trees were dancing with the wind. I drove Bartek, my 4 years old son to the
kindergarten, packed my stuff: wetsuit, harness and a towel in the car and off I
went to the Zegrze lake (20 km away from my home). It was after 11:00 a.m. the boys
from the spot were still sleepy as they always are after a good party last night but I met
one freak who just finished the morning windsurfing session and he told me where the wind
was blowing at its best. Going all the time
downwind I sailed away from my shore and found myself in the center part of the lake. It
was better than I expected being slightly overpowered I started blasting to and fro
with a smile on my face.
It wasnt a well-thought move but at that time I
didnt have time to think how long would it take to go back upwind all the time. After like 2.5 hours I decided to finish the fun and
return home I had to take my boy from the kindergarten before 4:00 p.m and
I was in the most northern part of my city while he was in the most southern one. |
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Uhh, at last I managed to pack all these
things into the van and we arrived at the spot. It
was 3:30 p.m. in half an hour I was supposed to knock on the kindergarten door but I
was still standing there 20 km away in my wetsuit and harness, completely wet and
in chaos. My dear friends helped me put my stuff into the storage while I rushed
to change my clothes. I made my take off at 3:45. Racing
through the small villages surrounding my city I was praying for the absence of
tractors, traffic jams and cops but I knew that my arrival to the kindergarten on time was
impossible.
Using my mobile I called the teacher from the kindergarten
and suppressing the feeling of guilt toward my kid I mumbled something about the traffic
jams in the downtown and tried to excuse my delay. At 4:20 p.m. I reach the place
of course my Bartek was the only one soldier in the battlefield at that time so I
apologized the teacher-auntie for being late. Never mind she said no
one can help the traffic jams. O dear, you must have been sweating in that car, your
hair is completely wet ... Yeah, I was sweating
especially at my 20th tack. Next time I will come to the
kindergarten in my black wetsuit at least this will let me save another 15
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