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Tadeusz Guranowski
Tadeusz Guranowski

My trips abroad were very diverse. The first were in the mid-1980s, when everything looked different. These were the departures for earning to Vienna and London, each one for three months. In each case I stayed with Polish friends. Unfortunately, ugly behaviors of Poles in exile stuck in my head – showing off their careers, wealth and connections, with the simultaneous gossiping, bumping each other from a job, just ruthless fight for survival. Since I have a comparative scale and I watched other nations, they somehow supported and helped each other. I think that this opinion about Poles abroad, unfortunately, is widespread and not changing for the better.

America: work and development

In the US I spent almost three years working as a physiotherapist in Illinois and Colorado. It was in 1992-1995. Both during those shorter stays in England and Austria, as well as in the US I was always in the company of Poles. Because I knew English pretty well, I had no problem with acclimatization in a foreign environment. I play the guitar and I sing, so I always tried to participate in various meetings and events. Another sad observation is that whenever I performed among foreigners, they always thanked and congratulated to me after the show, Poles do not happen to do so. I do not know why it is so difficult to us to praise or thank the countryman for the effort. Unfortunately, I observe the same here in Poland.

I lacked the most good Polish food, especially bread, cold meats and a variety of our typical products. Food in the West is cotton bread, tasteless tomatoes and various vegetables and fruits, which looked nice, but had no taste. Now we can see the same here in Poland. Contacting the family in Poland was also difficult because not everyone had a phone, so I wrote letters. There were no computers and no Internet, so these contacts were rare. All that changed in the late 1990s.

I went to the US to work in the profession of a physiotherapist. I had to pass exams to obtain the license in the US. Therefore, what was waiting for me on the beginning was many months of studying to learn professional English (although I knew conversational English quite well), then further attempts to pass the exam and finally getting my dream license. With the American license for the state of Colorado, I went to a small town of Trinidad at the border with New Mexico.

I was the only foreigner working in the town and in the company. I am a sociable person and I quickly build new relationships. I made friends with a few patients and I was fine. A few times I had patients, older women more than 80 – 90 years old, Polish women who arrived there as miners’ wives before the First World War. They were moved that they could say a few words in Polish, although usually didn’t remember almost anything.

For me it was an especially great time because as a ski instructor I could go skiing every weekend from November until May. Also my childhood dream about cowboys and Indians come true, because thanks to my patients I spent a week living in a teepee, participating in the event, as it is now also popular in Poland, reproducing the life of farmers and cowboys and trappers 100 years ago. Life of Americans living in the provinces is terrible. They aren’t interested in anything and most of them do not have a clue about the world. But the worst thing is that they do not want to change it. I was many years ago in the Soviet Union and when I first came to the United States in 1976 (it was a tourist visit to my uncle) I noticed that the citizens of both the powerful countries are similar – convinced that everything they have is the best and the greatest.

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