Yeah, it is. The sad part is that prior to 2015 you could think that most of poles are pretty open-minded and willing to drift more and more into the ideologised „west”. There was this feeling of „the right direction” or something. Or at least that’s what my parents say they felt like when reading the news, etc.
Then as my father likes to put it „the masks fell off”.
I wouldn’t remember much of these things, as I was 15 at the time Law And Justice took over; so I had better things to do than being interested in politics and stuff.
You know, in a general matter I’d like to emigrate someplace else for good. All this **** going on here isn’t really my cup of tea.
I did move to Paris for a year, but ever since the coronavirus started I’m back here. I also became very homesick in France, and I fell into a sort of a deep depression when I was out there.
My girflriend was here, all my friends, my band, the places I’ve known, etc.
I guess I have a love and hate relationship with this place. Or as the great Obywatel GC put it in his most famous song:
It’s not a carnival, but I still want to dance
And I will dance with her till the break of day
It’s not a party, but I’m still having fun
Oh, sleepless nights and sleepy days
She’s not my lover, but I still sleep with her
Even though everybody laughs at me for it
She’s always tired, always drunk
So please don’t ask me, don’t ask me why
I’m still with her
Don’t ask me why
I’m not with another girl
Don’t ask me why
I think that
There won’t be a better place for me
Don’t ask me what
Do I still see in her
Don’t ask me why
I’m not in love with someone else
Don’t ask me why I still want
To go to sleep and wake up in her
Those filthy railway stations were we always meet
These nameless masses who curse her to hell
And that bum who hums to himself
That as long as we live, She will live aswell
So don’t ask me why
(...)
He’s refering to Poland, obviously
I still plan to move though - hopefully to London - next year.
I’m not sure what do you mean by „bleed over”.
But yeah, it’s generally homegrown. The people over here were never exactly the brightest, and at the same time are being fed since primary school the resentement towards how the world always treated „us” unfair.
As Schopenhauer put it
„The world is cruel, the people are pitifull”
Or something in the likes