I must mention the story of my grand aunt Oska, she is the senior in the family I have missed the family festivities in July celebrating her 90th birthday so I am taking freedom to use this forum to honor her, by presenting her humble involvement in Tall Ships 2007.
Oska is a devoted historian surrounded by books and beautiful objects of art she collected over decades of her life as teacher and museologist, few years ago she moved out of the beautiful house in suburbs, she has build with her architect husband uncle Rom around their art collection, donated her precious possessions to public and moved with most beloved pieces to small dueling on easily accessible in her age first floor in obscure apartment building close to the museums, and Szczecin’s scenic waterfront Waly Chrobrego. That is where she lied in her bed on the 3rd of August 2007, she red a book till 2AM turned the light off, falling soundly asleep.
Around 4AM she waked up feeling unusual heaviness on her legs, turning the light on discovered young lad in beautiful dress uniform, white visor cup with gold stripes and white gloves laying next to her as soundly asleep as she was short minute ago. She panicked and woke him up. He jumped up looking more frightened than her self, so elegant with shiny shoes, gold buttons and Spanish badges, she thinks he wore ranking distinctions and miniature medal on his lapel but she is not positive. She couldn’t make any sense of words coming out of his mouth, she yelled at him in French, get out… and he did after begging in made up sign language for shelter till morning.
He run out to the street and vanished into a night.
Asked if he was good looking, she said he was kind of short.
Aunt Oska won’t forgive herself for not trying to communicate with him in English, easy to say now knowing that he was Mexican navy officer, they certainly could have a conversation.
