Jakub Błaszczykowski (30 l.) takes precisely one of the most difficult “matches”. Polish representative in Warsaw promotes biography “Cuba”, in which he described the hardest moments of his life. At this moment, when his father Zygmunt Błaszczykowski murdered his mother with a knife Anna.
August 13, 1996 year. It is this tragic date. “I’ve been playing with blocks with a friend. His mother was dating my mom, that day we had to go to the amusement park in Chorzow. I later learned that his mother met my father, who asked whether the mother is at home, and said that as come out, it will do something to her, “- he writes Cuba.
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– “No one then react. And suddenly we have this friend said she had to go get some milk, a mother told her that he would go with her and help her. And she knew that there is a father, she returned and mother went The same “- Cuba with great pain describes this drama. And later:
“And I’m playing with Lego, it is the open window and suddenly I hear a conversation. I know who’s talking, I froze, and I hear them arguing. And I hear: And have you k.! I cry: Ah! I ran as I stood . And I see my mother lying in a ditch, and I can see how my father goes away. I went home and I cry: Mom lying in a ditch. I went to her and began to touch her, a peculiar smell was floating. I thought it was a spilled milk. I took her hand, and my two or three fingers fell into the wound. I knew then that this is good. It seems to me that my mother died in my arms. The last three breaths and took nothing. Silence. I ran in socks, because even shoes I did not put, call an ambulance. As I came back, they had all been there. And then everything was next to me. I was stunned. There’s nothing. I do not remember “- hard to read this startling description.
Three years later, Cuba was still sick, as evidenced by these words.
“You see the scars? – Asks Margaret Domagalik Błaszczykowski, co-author of the book. – I took the glass and tried … I was about fourteen years old. They were difficult moments. After the funeral, it was me three or four days and nights I slept all the time. I have not eaten , have not been drinking. From what they said, then I got up and ate something. From what I remember, it was baked fish “- described Cuba. A grandmother Felicia, who raised him, adds: “Cuba for a long time, such as sitting at the table and eat with a knife, it is said that this knife is on the father’s out of prison.”
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