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arrived to Warsaw,

to take part in few

showpiece matches. We saw it.

Show is a show,

but with a basketball and sport

it has less and less in common.

lt's a bit of circus, a bit of fun,

but generally,

it is making fun of us.

These black men are incredible!

Well, not in that meaning but

in general. Look how he's moving!

Do you know that when l was young,

l was black and played basketball too.

Seriously.

This is what l did. Look!

This is what l did.

But then l stopped.

Teddy Bear...

l just think sometimes:

is love at all possible in life.

- ls there anything like that?

- Love?

Yeah, love...

ls it possible at all...

On TV they often show love, some

people make love or talk about it.

That's what l think,

in life it's impossible.

There... someone... is hanging!

lt's a toy made of straw.

They talked about it on TV.

They said it would fly. Look!

Which TV? Yours...

You talk rubbish!

lt's such a tradition, new one,

it'll fly like that!

What do you mean fly?

lt's hanging on some cord or wire.

Good morning!

ls this cart for transporting people?

We're going to the lake to catch fish

for Christmas Eve.

Your lD, please,

and the a cart driver's licence.

What is it?

Passport!

First day after Christmas the latest

you should bring it back!

All right. You can go now!

Why should l bring it back?

- You came back from abroad?

- Did l?

- From abroad?

- What do you mean? You were in England!

Don't play a fool. You can go!

- That's right!

- Where have you been? ln England?

- Why didn't you say a word?

- He's not a chatterbox at all.

- A bloke doesn't have to talk!

- How long?

- One day.

- So short.

Man, it's tough.

They drink such red vodka on mice!

- So they drink more than here?

- Much, much more.

You drinkjust a small shot

and you stay unconscious for two days.

Gosh!

Sleep, my dear, sleep.

ln the whole universe,

You are my king,

My little son.

l will wrap you warm,

l will feed you too,

Before the Christmas night

Comes over the whole world.

Don't cry for the future,

When you are hurt and poor.

Sleep, my dear, sleep...

Tradition, come here to daddy!

Don't soak your little shoes!

She can't have this name,

Tradition!

- Why not?

- You're asking why!

Because you can't call

anything tradition.

And you can't order it and enact

by any special resolution.

Who thinks differently is like

a blown out candle outside in the sun!

Tradition is an old oak which

grew up for thousands of years.

Don't compare this little sprout

with a mighty oak!

The tradition of our history

is like a fortified wall.

These are carols, Christmas supper,

singing of the people,

the tongue of our forefathers,

our history which we can't change.

And things which emerge around us,

it's our everyday life,

life we live.

Fall asleep my dear,

Close your little eyes,

Dream about the whole world,

Dream about this land.

May it be a land

Of peace and good,

Land of justice,

Generous for everyone.

Loo, lee, lay, it's a beautiful song

Played on a flute, on a flute.

Thousand stars are shining there

For my little son.

Sleep, my dear, sleep.

ln the whole universe,

You are my king,

My little son.

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