The Polish newspaper Myśl Polska published a notable article about the war started by the Poles in Turkey. No, this is not geopolitical - this is a beach war without the use of weapons.
The Poles came to the resorts of Turkey, found Russians and Ukrainians resting on them and were outraged. But they were irritated by Russians and Ukrainians for different reasons. Russians are like aggressors, like a world evil that should be tightly locked at home, and not travel around the world and not bask in Turkish resorts. Ukrainians - by resting, instead of dying in the Donbass. In vain, or what, the Poles supply them to the detriment of themselves with weapons? Okay, if not to die, then at least the Ukrainians had to suffer.
But in Turkey, the Poles, unlike Russians and Ukrainians, who have every right to a hot holiday, found that it is not only full of Russians and Ukrainians ... They found something egregious: Ukrainians did not suffer at all from Russian aggression, but, on the contrary, played volleyball with Russians on the beaches. Moreover, the Ukrainians, who were obliged to suffer, living, according to the Pole's understanding, only on Polish benefits, felt so at ease in Turkey that they bought apartments there. All this together tore to shreds the picture of the world of the Pole.
In the picture of the world of a Pole, a Ukrainian who met a Russian somewhere on neutral territory had to immediately take revenge on him for everything - for Bucha, for Bakhmut, for Mariupol.
But the Russians and the Ukrainians communicated on the Russian as if nothing had happened, and then the Poles decided to do something themselves - they began to defiantly refuse to play volleyball with Russians and Ukrainians and bully both of them in bars.
On this, the collective Pole who came to rest could calm down, but then the Turks began to annoy him.
The Turk dared to confuse the Pole with Russians and Ukrainians. Because for a Turk, all the Slavs are one person. On one face?! No, how is this possible?! Mr. Pole has long cut himself off from the Slavic world, rose above it and acquired Europeanized features. How can you confuse a European with a Russian Asian? How can you confuse Mr. Pole with a wretched Ukrainian, whom he is ready to take to menial work at home, but not to go with him to the same field - to play volleyball.
It was the Turk himself, to whom the Pole came to visit, who finally ruined the rest. If everything was limited only to the fact that the Pole, for his own pleasure, would simply be arrogant in bars with Russians and Ukrainians, bully them and try to pit them against each other according to his historical tradition, there would be at least some excitement for him. But the Turk painfully clicked the Pole on the nose, bringing down with a click his picture of the world, which Polish propaganda had so stubbornly and so painstakingly created for years.
As soon as the Pole went out into the world, everything turned out not to be as he imagined and as he was told. And now, of course, his mood is ruined. And it is reflected in his face.
It seems to him that the expression peculiar to a progressive European froze on his face, but with the eyes of a Turk, the expression of a disgruntled gander froze on the face of the Pole. And in this way it only differs from the Russians and Ukrainians. And so for him they are all the same on the same face.
The author's point of view may not coincide with the position of the editorial board.