MY HALLOWEEN NIGHT

I have always wished that my polish Halloween be named all saints’ day. I have always thought that one that day poles go back in their memories to those gone forever which they do in reverie and the peace of their soul, whereas Americans or other English speaking nations go out dressed as monsters, dancing, playing and mumbling the ‘trick or treat’ kind of stuff and wandering from one door to another.
However we are now like Americans- we do what they do more and more frequently.
And so once upon a time everyone in my ex-class was preparing for a HALLOWEEN. Some disguised themselves as terrible, frightful, bloodcurdling monsters. Others didn’t really have to disguise themselves, looking awful even without it… A cum of mine- a guy named Karol got himself dressed as a lamp- in so doing he donned a stylish lampshade. He wanted to shine among friends but to his disappointment hid bulb got blown. I personally would some bandage around my face to remind everyone of VALDEMAR- you know which one, THE-ONE-WHO-MUNT-NOT-BE-NAMED. Well I looked I tiny bit like a dementor with my ice-cold look. Still I came to be named the revelation of the monster ball a best dressed creature.
Earlier that evening we had scared a woman to death near the cemetery. Another pall of mine approached her dressed as a lunatic asylum inmate waving the sleeves of his strait jacket and shouting at her- trick or treat…madam… trick or treat! The poor old lady got so startled to see him like that, that she might have beaten a world record running a hundred meters with flowers and candles in her hands.
Unfortunately we got sweets in none of the houses we visited- what is more people did not even know what they were supposed to give us- apparently the tradition has not yet caught on in Poland. In one of the houses we got a good whip. In another a man shot his double-barreled shotgun at us. He hit a friend of mine dressed as death- luckily, you can’t kill death, death is supposed to be immortal, but the poor boy hit with a lump of salt in his posterior suffered for a couple of days moaning and groaning in pain. Well in one of the houses we were given a salty stick the only problem begin we had such a fierce fight about who should get it that all that all that was left of it not enough to even feed a sparrow.
However at the ball we made a lovely jaco-o’-lantern. We hallowed a pumpkin, cut out the eyes, nose and mouth in the front of it and we placed a candlelight inside. The effect was stunning- the lantern added much to the great atmosphere of the ball.
In spite of all this fun I personally believe that the atmosphere or reverie and going back in our hearts to the times that we once spent surrounded by our closest people who then left us forever is something much more polish, something I wish we would never lose.

TiGeR