Trafika Europe 2 - Polish Nocturne

official secret. Besides, what difference did it make whether it was in a church or not. The main thing was that they should be married by a priest. A church was just where there was a priest. And she knew him after all. And the fact that he was a welder, what of it? He was a priest. People found themselves in various situations these days, even priests. He had a surplice and stole, and a Bible, he kept them in a suitcase, what could they be for other than to perform services? He’d be sure to agree. He knew what times were like. And he’d certainly keep their secret. Because for the moment it had to be a secret. At most he’d invite three or four of his closest friends. They wouldn’t breath a word of it, he guaranteed. She shouldn’t invite anyone from her side, not her father or mother, no one. They agreed on a Saturday evening when the site would be deserted, so no one would see it. A lot of people working on the site would leave after work on Saturday to travel to their families. The watchmen at the gatehouse would get a bottle of vodka so they wouldn’t see anything or hear anything. Just in case, he’d tell them it was his birthday. They’d cover the window, the table would serve as an altar, they’d cover it with a white cloth. He’d buy candles. It would be good to have a crucifix, he didn’t know if the Priest had one. Maybe she had one at home, she should bring it. But she should make sure no one saw her. So she did. Do you think she was being gullible? I doubt it. Desire is stronger than suspicion.

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