Ale nas opisali ................................. .

[jednapani]

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Polactwo oczami Daily Telegrapha

Autor: stachporaj
Data: 25.04.06,

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Dsisiejszy londynski Daily Telegraph zamieszcza ogromny artykul, w ktorym
POlacy opisywani sa jako brudasy, zlodzieje, oszusci i ochlajtusy.
Autor wyladowal na kilka tygodni w domu swego przyjaciela, wynajetym parce
Polakow za darmo. Okazalo sie, ze mloda para bez wiedzy gospodaqrza wynajmuje
za pieniadze kazdy kat w tym domu, pobiera za to sowite pieniadze, urzadza
tam
libacje, zas wszyscy mieszkancy (ok 20) oszukuja brytyjskie firmy nie placac
zadnych rachunkow ( i nie maja zamiaru placic, gdzy licza, ze wroca do Polski
zanim dobiora sie do nich sady). Obraz, ktory sie wynurza jest
przygnebiaqjacy
do0 granic wytrzymalosci. Chleja do utraty zmyslow, oszukuja, zasrywaja kazdy
kat, a w niedziele ida do kosciolka.
"Dowiedzialem sie o polskim charakterze wiecej niz kiedykolwiek chcialbymn
wiedziec" - pisze autor.
Gratuluje moim rodakom. Jak to bylo? Pokolenie Jana Pawla?

[jednapani]

wiadomosci.gazeta.pl/wiadomosci/1,53600,3304843.html
Syn pracujacego tam nielegalnie Polaka ...

Biorą tylko przykład od rzymskiej cywilizacji...

[nadau]

Wielkie mi co.

www.britaintown.com/content/view/194/
www.britaintown.com/content/view/36/1/

[drabiniasty]

A ty nadau co wiesz o rzymskiej cywilizacji??? W Polsce zostalo samo gowno i
teraz sie wylewa na cala europe i w tym caly problem....

Narod Polski ma cus w sobie.

[donk]

Ty drabiniasty tez nie za bardzo kumaty, bo trzepiesz skorkom jak siemasz.
Za nieboszczki komuny polskie elyty sportowe, kadra narodowa byla czasto w
sklepach na zlodziejstwie tez lapana.
Winc jak z tym goownem, zostalo, czy juz wyjechalo wczesniej robic dobry imeage
Polski i Polakow?

i w tym caly problem.

[pia.ed]

Chyba nie porownasz zbrodni na tle seksualnym, do tego przez psychopate,
ze zadzganiem chlopaka nozem tylko dlatego ze nie chcial oddac
swojej "zabawki", wartej zreszta grosze?
Tak wierzyl ludziom, ze nawet sobie nie mogl wyobrazic
ze za takie glupstwo moze stracic zycie ...

[nadau]

Ten tu też zawierzył ludziom:

"Wojciech Skwarek, przyjechal do Wielkiej Brytanii z mysla ze kraj ten bedzie
miejscem gdzie znajdzie spokojny byt. W Polsce zostawil rodzine, zonê i czworo
dzieci. Mial nadzieje sprowadzic ich wkrótce do siebie."

[nutkraker]

to dlaczego mu nie dales pracy w Polsce?

[nadau]

nutkraker napisał:

> to dlaczego mu nie dales pracy w Polsce?

Niestety ekonomia bierze górę.
Ci tu są tańsi:

praca.cba.pl/an/pracowni3.php

[christina.milian]

Polacy sobie sami zawdzięczają opinię i nie robią niczego, albo b. niewiele, aby
to odmienić...

[nutkraker]

christina.milian napisała:

> Polacy sobie sami zawdzięczają opinię i nie robią niczego, albo b. niewiele, ab
> y
> to odmienić...

lubisz gadac sam(a) z soba?

[zorbathegreek]

Daily Telegraph zawsze byl antypolski i rasistowski...

[doctor_piotr]

Bo wiekszosc pism w Anglii to wlasnosc zydowskich syjonistow, to raz, a dwa
jakosc ludzka w Polsce jest bardzo bardzo niska i tyle....

[zorbathegreek]

Wiekszoc Anglikow to zwykla holota. Kibole to angielski wynalazek...

[flipflap]

zorbathegreek napisał:

> Daily Telegraph zawsze byl antypolski i rasistowski...

Jeszcze zapomniales dodac ze Daily Telegraph jest pro zydowski. A tak w ogole
to sie uwzieli na naszych rodakow. A my to przecie' narod wybrany.

Oryginał

[prawdziwystarywiarus]

www.telegraph.co.uk/arts/main.jhtml?xml=/arts/2006/04/25/ftpoles25.xml

Down and Out in Poland and London
(Filed: 25/04/2006)

When Sebastian Cresswell-Turner fell on hard times, he ended up in a Polish workers' doss-house.
What he discovered about Britain's fastest-growing ethnic minority shocked him...

Was this the bottom, I wondered; or was there perhaps further to fall? Here I was, on cleaning duty in
south London, scrubbing a communal lavatory as foul as any public convenience while migrant workers
lolled around listening to east European house music and recovering from a drinking binge that had
continued noisily until the early hours.


Poles have flooded here for jobs, but the work is often menial and low-paid
Pulling off my rubber gloves and manoeuvring the head of the vacuum cleaner round the feet of a pizza
delivery man slumped comatose on the sofa in the kitchen after his night shift, I reviewed the main
events in what could only be regarded as a pretty spectacular descent.

Not long before, and in rapid succession, I had split up with my girlfriend, found myself without work
for the first time in years, and had had to move out of the place where I was living; nor did I have a
penny in the bank.

After a few days of homelessness that I prefer to forget, and about which my family knew nothing, I
wound up in a Polish doss-house scrubbing a loo on a cold Sunday morning and ruefully reflecting that
although I was lucky to have a roof over my head, this was hardly what my father could predicted when
he put me through Eton and Oxford.

As one month turned into six, it became clear that there was another aspect to this: in a city now
bursting with Polish workers with whom my fellow-countrymen had only the most superficial contact, I
was living right among them. My presence was due to chance. The property - a four-bedroom house
near Brixton in south London - was owned by a friend of mine who had moved to the country with his
wife and family. While deciding what to do with it, he had let it out to a Polish couple, 27-year-old
Adam and his pretty fair-haired girlfriend Marta, both of whom had worked for him.

Since the arrangement was temporary and the couple were caretakers as much as tenants, they paid a
peppercorn rent; and when I found myself in urgent need of accommodation, they could hardly object
when the landlord told them I would be moving into his bedroom.

If I arrived as a barely tolerated addition, the reason soon became clear. Without the landlord's
knowledge, the young couple had turned the place into a reception centre for economic migrants from
Poland. There were normally about seven residents, myself included, but new faces would appear for a
day or so and then disappear, so you never knew whom you would find sleeping on the floor of the
sitting room or who would emerge unshaven from the bathroom.

No bed was ever unoccupied; up to 20 pairs of scruffy trainers and boots lined the walls of the hall; and
from the basement kitchen the smell of sausage-meat, boiled cabbage and deep-fried food pervaded
the house.

Occasionally, the owner's wife would announce a visit to collect the rent and settle bills; and before she
arrived there was furious activity to clean up the house, with the more obvious strays being told to
make themselves scarce. When the charade was over, chaos returned.

Everyone there was in London for one thing only: to get a job and save as much money as possible.
Why stay in Poland, when unemployment was 20 per cent on average and 40 per cent in the 19-25 age
group, and when, even if they could find a job, ?100 a month was standard and ?200 good? Britain was
irresistibly tempting, especially as it is the only major EU country that allows free movement of labour
from the new East European members. As for long-term plans, these were uncertain. Perhaps return to
Poland to start up a business if and when things improved there. But in the meantime, work and save.

Adam, the head of the household, was the manager of the evening shift at an upmarket takeaway,
where he earned ?23,000 a year, while his girlfriend Marta had a job as a nanny in Chelsea earning ?8
an hour cash-in-hand. Granted that their own rent was amply covered by their paying guests, they
must have been saving at least ?1,500 a month.

Pyotr, an agreeable 25-year-old who worked as a delivery driver, often doing double shifts, had ?5,000
sitting in his current account: a small fortune in Poland. Then there was Lukas, a gloomy figure in his
early twenties whose entire English vocabulary consisted of "hello", "OK" and "no problem". He had a job
in a garage, earning the national minimum wage (?5.05 an hour pre-tax).

Martin and his girlfriend Luisa were less lucky. Even though they had no skills to sell and their English
was as limited as that of Lukas, they arrived on the bus from Poland expecting to find the streets of
London paved with gold. Martin got a part-time job as a food packer. But to his surprise, he was unable
to supplement his insufficient income - London was already awash with unskilled east European
workers. Eventually, the lovely Luisa got a job distributing leaflets for take-away pizzas, earning a
pittance.

For all of them, at all times and by a long margin, money was the major concern, an obsession, even:
getting it, saving it, avoiding spending it. Essential supplies were bought in bulk from a cut-price
supermarket; and as for holidays, clothes, visits to cinemas or restaurants, these were unthinkable
luxuries. They always, always stayed in. Their spare time was thus spent watching Polish TV on Adam's
huge plasma screen, and messing around on the internet from a PlayStation in the kitchen. Electronic
kit was viewed as essential for survival and even the most illiterate of these hardworking migrants knew
everything about computers, and where Ebay, cut-price broadband and cheap international phone deals
were concerned, they were wizards. Computer games filled many hours at no cost.

However, at regular intervals there would be a party, with everyone sitting round the kitchen table
drinking beer, vodka and whisky until five or six in the morning, by which time several of the men
would be so drunk they could hardly stand. These were strictly Polish affairs, the guests always part of
a tiny circle of fellow-workers.

Nor did they have any English friends. Not only would their refusal to spend the smallest sum have
made ordinary social life difficult, but it was clear that except for Pyotr, they had no desire to integrate,
no interest in their host country, and felt no allegiance towards it. They lived in a parallel world.


All of which might help explain another game that Adam and Marta played, but this time not on the
computer. From letters left lying around casually, it was clear that they were running up debts that they
had no intention of paying and to which they attached no importance. Various agencies were pursuing
them for sums amounting to several thousand pounds. Nor were these trade disputes. This was
deliberate non-payment. It also seemed strange that Adam had not paid the bill for his mobile for many
months, and that the surname on the invoice was similar to his, but not the same. How easy to switch
to another network if the need should arise...

Clearly, Adam and Marta had calculated that as migrant workers with unspellable names and a
constantly changing address, they could fool the British; and that if ever things got rough, they could
disappear as quickly as they had arrived. Furthermore, Adam's role as contact man and general Mr Fixit
had given him a status that he much enjoyed, and his estimate of his own intelligence had risen
correspondingly.

[prawdziwystarywiarus]

www.telegraph.co.uk/arts/main.jhtml?xml=/arts/2006/04/25/ftpoles25.xml
According to a Polish social worker I spoke to, this sort of game is not uncommon among a minority of
migrants. "I think it happens very often," she said. Bruce Marquart, who works with Polish immigrants in
Hammersmith, south-west London, goes farther: unreliability in money matters is, he says, "part and
parcel of the Polish presence in the UK". In any case, it seems appropriate that Adam now has a job at
the sharper end of the lettings business, where no doubt his abilities are appreciated.

What is the bigger picture, though? How many Polish workers have come to the UK since their country
joined the European Union on May 1, 2004 and what has been the impact? According to figures
released yesterday by the Office of National Statistics, around two million Poles have travelled to the UK
in the past two years. This includes holidaymakers, students and business people but around 200,000
have so far signed up to the official Worker Registration Scheme - a 60-fold increase on the number
given permission to work here in 2003.

Every one I spoke to in the past few weeks - including the Polish Embassy; Dr Jan Mokrzycki, president
of the Federation of Poles in Great Britain; and Sir Andrew Green, chairman of MigrationWatch UK -
spoke of far higher numbers comprising unregistered and seasonal workers as well. Indeed, Poles may
constitute our fastest growing ethnic minority as, according to Dr Mokrzycki, recently arrived workers
are now starting to bring their families over, too.

London isn't the only destination. Poles now account for six per cent of the population of Crewe, while
there are an estimated 4,000 Poles living in the Highlands and working in fish processing and tourism.

Polish shops and restaurants are opening up and down Britain's high streets, while companies that
import Polish food report a staggering increase in demand. In addition, there is the phenomenon of
"Poles in pews", with Catholic churches with declining congregations experiencing a resurgence of faith.

The influx of unlimited quantities of cheap labour is, according to the Government, great for
productivity and efficiency and competitiveness and the like. Migrant workers make a net contribution
of ?2.5 billion to the economy, we are told; and a one per cent increase in immigration yields a 1.5 per
cent increase in GDP.

A report at the weekend from the Ernst & Young Item Club said that Polish plumbers and other
migrants from the newest members of the EU last year boosted the UK economy by suppressing
interest rates. So everything's great, right?

Well, no, because if you put aside these statistics and look at the reality that I was witness to, a rather
different and more depressing picture emerges.

However much they economise in order to send their money home (not stimulating the local economy,
incidentally, but taking money out of it), migrant workers from eastern Europe are consumers of
accommodation. In the two London boroughs of Ealing and Hammersmith alone, there are at least
5,000 Polish workers, all in need of a roof over their heads.

The result is strong upward pressure on the property market, causing already sky-high prices to rise
further still. If the Government really cared about the less privileged, they'd be concerned.

Furthermore, an unlimited supply of cheap labour might be nice for employers, but it has knocked the
bottom out of the labour market. Again, bad news for the less privileged. And not just for them, since
the massive supply at the bottom end of the market is having a knock-on effect higher up. In the
Jobcentre close to my temporary home, a whole range of worthwhile and by no means unskilled jobs
now pay the national minimum wage (?5.05 per hour pre-tax, ?4.20 post-tax). That's about ?700 a
month after tax. I would argue that it is not possible to function as an ordinary adult on this and
certainly not in London and yet it has become the standard wage for millions of people, migrants and
British alike.

Upwards pressure on property prices, and downwards pressure on wages. In other words, the rich get
richer and the poor get poorer. Tony Blair isn't just importing cheap labour. He's importing poverty,
too. And it will only get worse when others from eastern Europe start arriving - the Romanians, for
example, who are provisionally scheduled to join the EU in 2007.

Will anything open Blair's eyes?

Ah!! I know. How about a six-month spell in a doss-house with Adam and Marta, Luisa and Martin,
Lukas, Pyotr, Konrad, Sylvester and Anyushka and all the rest of them.

[jot-23]

hehe...zara... facet po eton/oxford... byl pol roku "bezdomnym", po tym
jak "splitowal siem z girlfriendem? to jakis kit zeby uwiarygodnic ten artykol

ale jakie by nie byly intencje autora, opisuje typowy "greenpoint" sprzed
parunastu lat...gdy bylem tam czestym gosciem, hehe...

[flipflap]

jot-23 napisał:

> hehe...zara... facet po eton/oxford... byl pol roku "bezdomnym", po tym
> jak "splitowal siem z girlfriendem? to jakis kit zeby uwiarygodnic ten artykol
>
> ale jakie by nie byly intencje autora, opisuje typowy "greenpoint" sprzed
> parunastu lat...gdy bylem tam czestym gosciem, hehe...


Dokladnie.
Greenpoint 15 lat temu.
Chociaz teraz tez mam okazje spotykac wakacjuszy, ktorzy grosza nie wydadza na
siebie natomiast bardzo chetnie przyjda na obiad czy w goscine. Jakby to bylo
niepisany przywilej wakacjusza. On jest tutaj poto zeby jak najszybciej, i jak
najwiecej odlozyc, bo przecie' wraca.
Studenci, magistrowie i cala reszta. Wszystko jedno kto - ten sam cel. SZMAL.
Najbardziej mnie wkurzaja paniusie przerabiajace metki w przymierzalni a potem
udaja jakie to one dobrze wychowane.

[kwiatek_leona]

Co jest zastanawiajace, to fakt, ze opisany dom nalezy do przyjaciela autora
artykulu. Widzac co sie tam dzieje, autor dalej tam mieszkal przez 6 miesiecy,
bez powiadomienia przyjaciela o calej sytuacji?!

po co krolowa brytyjska skupuje ziemie w Missouri?

[peysaty]

przepraszam ze nie za bardzo na temat. O, mam juz na temat: czy to prawda ze
Kuba Rozpruwacz byl czlonkiem rodziny krolewskiej i lubial rznac baby
lekkich obyczajow ostrym narzedziem w glodzie narkotycznym?

[starywiarus]

peysaty napisał:

> przepraszam ze nie za bardzo na temat. O, mam juz na temat: czy to prawda ze
> Kuba Rozpruwacz byl czlonkiem rodziny krolewskiej i lubial rznac baby
> lekkich obyczajow ostrym narzedziem w glodzie narkotycznym?

Wrong forum. Napisz do:

Mrs E Windsor
Buckingham Palace
London SW1A 1AA
United Kingdom

I zapodaj, co odpowiedziała.

[zorbathegreek]

A ty pisales do Frau Battenberg?

[starywiarus]

zorbathegreek napisał:

> A ty pisales do Frau Battenberg?

Mountbatten.

Nas czy was opisali ?

[nadau]

Zgadzam się z tym postem:

wiadomosci.onet.pl/1,15,11,19424176,54422955,2157712,0,forum.html

[flipflap]

nadau napisał:

To was tam opisali towarzyszu i waszych gasajbarterów na przedłużonych pobytach.
Wstyd.
Całe szczęście że kongres daleko jest od zlikwidowania wiz dla Bulbonii.
Inaczej cała "śmietanka Bulbońska" przeniosłaby się do Ameryki. Wtedy byłyby jaja.

[dr.wal2]

flipflap napisał:
Inaczej cała "śmietanka Bulbońska" przeniosłaby się do Ameryki.

Bulbonia ? co to jest za kraj ? ile trza wy bulic by na saxy tam pojechac ?

[starywiarus]

dr.wal2 napisał:

> flipflap napisał:
> Inaczej cała "śmietanka Bulbońska" przeniosłaby się do Ameryki.
>
> Bulbonia ? co to jest za kraj ? ile trza wy bulic by na saxy tam pojechac ?

Same błędy:
Nie wybulić, tylko wybulbonić.
Ostatnim saxem był tam August Mocny.
Dziś na saxie tam daja tylko klezmerzy.
Poza tym, Bulbonia generally sax.

[nadau]

flipflap napisał:

> Całe szczęście że kongres daleko jest od zlikwidowania wiz dla Bulbonii.
> Inaczej cała "śmietanka Bulbońska" przeniosłaby się do Ameryki. Wtedy byłyby
> jaja.

Rzeczywiście szczęście, że są te wizy dla tych 150 tys. oferm, które marzą o
karierze w Hameryce.
Chłopcy nauczyliby się przynajmniej posługiwać spluwą zamiast brać przykład z
kultury rzymskiej i machać nożem.


www.worldpolicy.org/globalrights/usa/firearms-homicides.html

[peysaty]

"Równolegle trwała akcja policji. Twarze zabójców zarejestrowały kamery
bezpieczeństwa. Policja przekazała zdjęcia mediom. Choć były kiepskiej jakości,
rysy twarzy i karnacja napastników sugerowały, że chodzi o dwóch nastolatków
pochodzenia północnoafrykańskiego."

Jak myslisz dlaczego pomylono WAS z afrykanami?

[nadau]

peysaty napisał:

> rysy twarzy i karnacja napastników sugerowały, że chodzi o dwóch nastolatków
> pochodzenia północnoafrykańskiego."
>
> Jak myslisz dlaczego pomylono WAS z afrykanami?


Ja myślę, że polonia pracowała na to kilkadziesiąt już lat!

Przejdziem Odrę, Przejdziem Wisłę,będziem Polakamy

[tovv.kapelan]

Czym parałeś się w Reichu i w którym miejscu przepłynąłeś Odrę (bo przecież
nigdy podobno nie starałeś się o wizę hehehe)

[starywiarus]

tovv.kapelan napisał:

> Czym parałeś się w Reichu i w którym miejscu przepłynąłeś Odrę (bo przecież
> nigdy podobno nie starałeś się o wizę hehehe)
>

Przepłynął aby na dnie z honorem lec.

Bez przesadyzmu z tym "honorem" nadaua, please

[tow.kapelan]

> tovv.kapelan napisał:
>
> > Czym parałeś się w Reichu i w którym miejscu przepłynąłeś Odrę (bo przecież
> > nigdy podobno nie starałeś się o wizę hehehe)
> >
___________
starywiarus napisał:
>
> Przepłynął aby na dnie z honorem lec.

Bez przesadyzmu z tym "honorem" nadaua, please - za pfeniga nadau wszystko
podmyje hehehe

Z honorem na dnie. Gwoździem w mózg

[tow.kapelan]

Z honorem na dnie. Gwoździem w mózg

tow.kapelan napisał:

>
>
> > tovv.kapelan napisał:
> >
> > > Czym parałeś się w Reichu i w którym miejscu przepłynąłeś Odrę (bo
> przecież
> > > nigdy podobno nie starałeś się o wizę hehehe)
> > >
> ___________
> starywiarus napisał:
> >
> > Przepłynął aby na dnie z honorem lec.
>
> Bez przesadyzmu z tym "honorem" nadaua, please - za pfeniga nadau wszystko
> podmyje hehehe
>
>

[starywiarus]

tow.kapelan napisał:

> Bez przesadyzmu z tym "honorem" nadaua, please - za pfeniga nadau wszystko
> podmyje hehehe

Na żądanie nawet kawą na Tankstelle (usługa dla podróżnych, 10% extra).

[peysaty]

i zupa grzybowa w kubku styropianowym.

Nadau popłakał się jak dziewczyna hehehe Mazgaj!

[tovv.kapelan]

Nadau popłakał się jak dziewczyna.