Fighting For Love

X - Warsaw pt. 2

    Hello everyone and welcome back to our story.

    Now continuing right where it stopped, we arrive at the part 2 of our 2-parts-saga set in Warsaw, and, in this chapter, we'll be introduced to a new character and say goodbye to others.

    Without further spoilers, I'll leave you with the chapter, thank you very much for your company, have a good reading!

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     Chapter 10: Warsaw pt. 2

October the 6th, 1939. 22:00

Warsaw, Poland

     "Where are we going?" He asked as we were crossing the bridge.

     "You'll see."

     He certainly did not want this kind of answer, I could almost feel him rolling his eyes behind me, but he kept his opinion about it to himself.

     We arrived at a small pub just a few blocks away from the hotel. I signalled for him to come in with me.

     "Here we are!" I took my coat off and hung it on the coat stand. Otto did the same.

     "How did you know about this place?" He asked while looking around.

     "I saw it when we were going to the restaurant. Nice, isn't it?"

     "Very nice."

      We sat at one of the available tables. The pub wasn't that crowded and it really looked like a pub, not at all like that jail-looking brewery back in Frankfurt. There was a bear rug on the floor next to us and Otto could not let go of it, claiming it was the 'softest thing he ever touched'.

     "Now, tell me," I said, finally managing to catch his attention. It's hard to compete against a bear. "I remember your grandmother had a piano in her house, did she play it?"

     "Yes, she did. I still have it, actually, It's never been sold, though I probably should when I get home. I don't play it."

     "Perfect," I smiled and got up. "I'll be back in a second. You can grab a beer or something; it's on me tonight, but please don't drink more than one glass!"

     "No, I think I'm good for today," he said. I wonder if he really meant it when he said he was never drinking again.

     I looked around to see if I found anyone who could help me find the owner of the establishment. It would be very rude to step on the stage unannounced and start playing the piano.

     I went to the pub desk, where a tall blonde man was talking to the bartender.

     "Do you know who's the owner of the pub, sir?"  I asked, hoping one of them would speak German. The man turned to me and was about to answer when a voice interrupted him.

    "You are looking at her!" Came the voice from behind, in a very Polish German that was almost hard to understand. I turned around to see a tall, brunette woman walking toward me. "Why are you looking for me? If you are here for some fun you need to wait until midnight, I don't open the brothel upstairs before that."

    Her eyes analyzed me from head to toe.

     "No, madam, I am..." She placed a finger in front of my mouth to hush me.

     "A German soldier, aren't you?" She smirked. "Well, being so, I guess I can show you the wonders of Warsaw before my usual work shift."

     "Thank you, madam, but I'm not interested," she took a step forward, ignoring what I said.