Tax freedom day...

The symbolic date when we stop earning for the government and start earning for ourselves. This year it fell in Poland today, one day earlier than a year before. Today, together with alleged coup in Iran the topic hit the headlines. One of the journalists made me laugh as he said that we should envy the Hungarians who celebrated it in May this year. The situation of the Hungarian economy is really enviable, mostly is terms of bloated budget deficit that reached ten per cent of gross domestic product. GDP which, unlike ours, contracted by few per cent... Perhaps next year we’ll outrun Hungary, whose government is quite likely to raise taxes, in order to fill up the yawning hole in its state budget.

Today Nowa Iwiczna seemed even more God-forsaken than one week ago, in the election day. Did my neighbours go away for a long weekend or did they just decide to lie in or sit on their sofas and stare at TV screens?


I felt a bit otherworldly during today’s stroll. As I was treading from one sleeper of the local siding to another (the distances between them do not comply with the length of my legs) I heard the Gary Moore’s song from 1983 – Empty rooms resounding around the track… Explicable?



Loneliness is your only friend.
A broken heart that just won't mend
is the price you pay.

It's hard to take when love grows old.
The days are long and the nights turn cold
when it fades away.

You hope that she will change her mind,
but the days drift on and on.
You'll never know the reason why she's gone.

You see her face in every crowd.
You hear her voice, but you're still proud,
so you turn away.

You tell yourself that you'll be strong.
But your heart tells you,
this time you're wrong.

You hope that she will change her mind,
but the days drift on and on.
You'll never know the reason why she's gone.

Empty rooms,
where we learn to live without love.
Empty rooms,
where we learn to live without love.
Empty rooms,
where we learn to live without love.

Empty rooms,
where we learn to live without love.
Empty rooms,
where we learn to live without love.
Empty rooms,
where we learn to live without love.
Empty rooms,
where we learn to live without love.

All alone in an empty room.
Loneliness is your only friend, hooh.
Oh, she's gone and you're at the end.