CHAPTER 5 – MATTY
WARSAW“I feel sad for the young women, you know?” said the taxi driver.
“Sorry?”
“The stewardesses who died in the crash. They were twenty-four, twenty-seven years old. Nobody write about them in newspaper. Everybody forget. President funeral more important. But I think about the parents of the stewardesses.”
“Sure. It must be devastating,” Matty agreed, “They were so young.” Then, at a loss for what else to say on the subject, he pointed out of the window.
“What’s that building?”
The taxi driver glanced to the left and rolled his eyes in the rear-view mirror.
“Shopping centre of course. They are everywhere – French, English, American. My daughter go away to Australia in 2005. She come back last year and she cannot recognise Warsaw, you know? Was all grey blocks be
