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Under Your Care ...

That did not happen today or yesterday. It's been a few weeks of following the dialogue, but I still consider it ... hmm ... as if to say ... One of the most interesting intellectual adventures of my last few months.

The setting:
modern eye Office in Bydgoszcz, room registration of new unemployed.
The time is
May 2009 - the year the 20th anniversary of Gazeta Wyborcza, 18 years of local editorial GW in Bydgoszcz and the 15th anniversary of the movement of the editorial board of the city's most prominent place - at Freedom Square.
Participants:
[DZ] - Professional Adviser - the eye before thirty; slightly hairy, gray-silver jacket combined with the floral shirt and tie a la''computer scientist from the early 90s''and white shoes sports.
[F] - Your favorite undersigned: Fluktuant


[DZ] (by reading the received receipts): Agora, Agora ... This is the Agora, at an affair with her was she?
[F] (stopping involuntary sapnięcie): Probably about a scandal you may have heard, because it seems to Gazeta Wyborcza, Agora, and many a scandal, this newspaper described the ...
[DZ] (after a moment of silence and reading): It's in the newspapers too slow?
[F] (nods his head seriously): hundreds. Such times.
[DZ] (throws a surprised look, read on and asks, surprised): It's the Agora in Bydgoszcz?
[F] : In the whole Poland. Headquartered in Warsaw, Bydgoszcz and one of the many branches.
[DZ] (with growing surprise): I have much people in Bydgoszcz in the newspaper is working?
[F] (with the growing resignation): Quite a few - counting all the departments, sales and so on, will be 50-60 people ...
[DZ] (nods and begins to put mass of stamps on each of the original and copied documents. Ending begins to think again and asks): But at the Agora is Michnik this newspaper comes out, right?
[F] (makes eyes like saucers, but corresponds to calmly): Nooo ... Adam is, of course, editor in chief ...
[DZ] (leans in closer and inquisitive questions): Well, it is the owner, right?



....... and at that moment, the first time exceeded the threshold of the Labour Office, I felt that I was in good hands.