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Last Day of Summer

On Monday, the first spring morning, when the Fog is not yet subsided, and the autumn sun przegoniło not impatient cold, I went to my tailor. Actually anything from him I did not need and can not remember why I ran to his workshop in the Old Town, with Szewska. Shoemaker greeted me, as always, politely, but I noticed that, despite the cold and misty morning, it is a strangely serene and dreamy.



- Went to the Lord, Sir Arthur, a weekend, I see.



Shoemaker looked at me and smiled a bit surprised to suddenly scattered his thoughts.



- dear Lord, I see you anywhere in a hurry, if you have time for such observations. Customers in such a chill has not yet come. Feel free to counter, just coffee brewing, I was a little bit of dough. No please, no krępacji!



Rozsiedliśmy zydlach the shoemaker, the uprzątniętym hastily smoked glass table in Turkish coffee, cake turned out to be homemade, with apples, sprinkled with powdered sugar, plump, but not fluffy like dymane bread. It was not too sweet, but is weak or not melted in the mouth. Surely it could not have anywhere else to buy. Only an experienced housewife can bake a cake. And it's only for a loved one. Not in order.



- That you apprehensive that tempts me to tell him how I went down the latter, so sunny and warm Saturday.



just swallowed a big mouthful of Home appliances poem, so I just nodded eagerly and pushed a bit stool to the wall to resist the comfortable.



- A few days a bit of something - he began a shoemaker, a little caution when you drank more coffee too hot - the worst was last Friday. I will not talk about it .. whatever ... You have an eye! Let go. Saturday was a salutary, if the Sorrowful mysteries, come to me .. The Joyful Mysteries



- You know, I go horse riding ..

- Lord! - Could not stand and almost spilled coffee.



smiled indulgently, I do nieurażony.

- You sometimes wonder ... You know, my daughter was very fierce at the horses, that's what I had to stand behind the fence and przestępować from foot to foot? I preferred to ride with her. Now she's an adult and lives far away, we can ride together. An instructor, not even when I took it personally, she said that horseback riding can be practiced into old age, provided the overall efficiency. I try to be the overall efficiency and ride. My, my son is starting to worry. Some old actors still falling in newspapers and on TV, seriously pound, no, and I begin my wygadywać. You know ...



- On Friday, so I took that I announced my: if you with me on the horses do not go, then stop to it speak. First tried with me in his own way, but I insisted. I arranged with his old instructor, who started on their own account and wanted to arrange a stable visit her. But somehow not embarrassing yourself ...



- Saturday got up an entirely different, yet cool morning, but the sun, the sky, I promise it will be more fun ...



- For the stable far, oh far, at Skierniewice, and we beyond the Vistula, from the eastern shore, it will be nearly a hundred miles. With a two hour drive. For me, what is there. But my kobita that's just going on a trip. It scared all the time, so she does not linger. Indeed, how would take me somewhere in their affairs, I might turn and began to nose. Entertained her conversation, to give her something of my mood. Along the way, we passed around, which could cut off the memorial, and somehow we got chatting. My scrap heap was also without a hitch, even quieter than usual walk. Or maybe not pushing him, as it sometimes can.



- We arrive, beautiful surroundings, the remnants of pine forest Mariańska, barn near the woods but still in ruins, site, dug. Kobita significantly silent, where have you brought me, two hours drive ...



- Nothing. It turns out that no one besides me will not, so I ride the individual. Maggie offers her instructor concert. I have been practicing different gaits and pace, bending outwards, kawaletki, collected trot, canter with flying leaders. Finally, a small jump with handicaps, legs and change direction with a tight bend. I look up, and here my my digital camera pictures I'm starting to do, curious. Gretel talking to myself in the best friendly terms, a little bit of me in jest.



- After driving Gretel serving coffee with cake. We sit on the air, shelter from the sun rozdokazywanym already quite under Sosenka - galaczkiem. Gretel, lit like Christmas candle, make plans to organize his stable. A lot of kids from the area commute. The dough was indeed buy it, but it is these kids were importing Gretel. How thou hast fallen - a riding habit. And existing customers even recover from Warsaw.



- For me it's too far, but I'm glad that someone in Skierniewice where he will ride the horse.



- Troubles with the construction is missing, workers are ... you know, even a company with traditions of the 19th century also sent nygusów and I have to be said for the hearing.

- Well an hour on the chat we fall over, and even his wife had plans for Saturday. We agreed to meet with his son and his family (2 +2, as they say) of Humanities at the dinner, then to the brother of Narew fall. Visit unannounced. Such best. Maybe this is the last opportunity for such weather. But where this Pultusk, again on the east bank of the Vistula River, more than 120 km of Leszno. And after the first.



- Let's go, the mood there as I would with twenty pairs of shoes sold. But the wife a little regret that we in this weather so much time that we spend rzęchu, that I immediately had to go to Monterey. Nothing I talk, because I see that the plan we came out a little bitter. In Żyrardów stoppers, in Blonie even greater. In Nowy Dwor slip into error, because the GPS does not have apparently memorized the tour. Or I do not have a new map. Comes third. Once we almost zrzedły mines, saves us our crown refused while driving. During the long runs are often lacking in the common prayer.



- Last one such szoferaka of America met on the Internet, he himself on the broad road to Old Town Square, a prayer recited. That we are not so dark, people that we came up with it themselves?



- Pultusk. In the market crowd, the police are not allowed, we somehow hungry, we eat at the bar on the corner. Prices are as at the bar, they feed better than those premises next door, you know, and here four times this price.



- I order the pork loin with almonds. Associate you? Do not know if you have it in the next tab. In Pultusk for the nine fifty with Jarzynka to choose from. We are waiting for the son of the family. I go out to them on the market that their tow. She gets off some skwaszony unless the poprztykali. Barely got out, begins to complain that the EU looks from every window, where they will not come.



- Because the event the EU market. Arrived in the French city mayor's sister. He was talking something in French, but explained that he admires the Poles. Katyn, war, heroism, etc. A market on the other side is the house where Napoleon spent the night on his way to Moscow. It's even regained a blowjob lesson that Poles have always been faithful friends. I have not betrayed the struggle. Son told me that he read in Łysiak as the only branch Kapral, who retreated from Russia in order, and even partisans Kutuzov afraid of their catch, a former Polish troops. And even Francuziki przebierały in our uniforms to deter. And how they ever learn? Do Łysiak translate into French? Do not you know? Anyway, what I Francuzy, our sages also such things do not know, spin some moronic scene with the officer - poorest of the poor, reaching the blizzard with a cane - a sword. I am so I remembered the scene all his life. As a thorn in the heart. It was not until my boyfriend took me to him.



- Maybe it's too expensive for us this lesson cost the Frenchman, but who knows, it may well pay for it yourself?



- So the son said, that today I have a good sense of humor and how I break it, get on the head. Margać wanted something that he thought it was me he could say such things, but I saw my eye and forgive.



- I told him again that it recently had malkontenctwa enough that my ears go, especially the "sacred" right-wing and our family, oszołomskie too, so today I want to see the bright side of the moon. I see that he looks at me suspiciously, but the button has evaded me. They ate, and I and his grandson, watched a parade of Harley, who came from all over Polish. Niemożebny noise was a kid nearly jumped out of the skin.

- And even then the priest blessed the harleyowców. With the Frenchman! Everyone has such a parade, on what you deserved. Let him see. It is also included in the price, so already it's better.



- Let's go over to the brother Narew. Now, in a convoy. My rzęch and charakterna roadster, passed has a little bit and capricious, as the English lord's aunt, but accommodate a family of four and the square in the camp, including a two-seat stroller. We arrive. A brother sits with wife XD, sister-in-law, on this Narew. On a hill overlooking the River. Pearl Mazovia. It's late, after the fifth, but still a stroll meadow overlooking the other side. Unexpected visit. And they, by their nawiedzili Three Kings. So glad.

- fish just-in-law framed, the sister of them right away offered, in order for something prepared the grandchildren. When you ate fish straight from Narwia? I mortgaged table fish-in-law many years ago, zięciowi from the city. Then I remembered the taste of fish with clean water. In childhood, in the Owl Mountains, where the hiding, the school friend he caught trout in the stream by hand under stones. He lived on the same protein, with bare feet could fly home for a catch. I once asked me after school. Never after something so heavenly I had in my mouth.

- None Hiltony, Japanese, Chinese restaurants, not to mention the U.S. can not. Fresh oysters taste at how poorly prepared jelly legs. You have lemons! Lemons, You think? It is elegant, France. A roast in the fireplace, on a baking tray with butter, salt trout do not think even you must add. And even you will not notice. In Narew trout is not, but even szwagrowskie hurdles will be given to trout in the old Polish roadside huts.

- posiedzieliśmy Well, sister in law brewed tea and cakes nakroiła. Nieboga, for the whole week you and your napiekła, but said that after no time, I would still napiecze. And half way prodiża, what is left, we gave. Why, no flour, and apple orchards still fall. A cake - yummy!



- Oh, what, a little left. How the taste? Maybe guv, eat another piece?

I did not find adequate words to thank you for refreshments and an old story about the last summer Saturday. It got late. Rozgoniło autumn sun mist and coolness. There was a customer. Shoemaker motioned me apologetically and returned to his shoemaking classes. But I woke up with a brilliant sleep and came to his senses.



need to go back to reality. Reality? And that is what it was? Old in the head is confused, maybe you were just a dream. Can ever sat at home with the baba, naburmuszony, after I saw him Friday, as the hail cloud. I wanted to be just so proud.



Horses? Frenchman of Humanities, Harley? Pork loin with almonds in the bar on the corner? Cake? No, I no longer overdone. Not take me! Well yes, but really delicious cake. Cakes are not invented. Well, how would know about these guerrillas?

By the way, Monday is my first ... And this freak!

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engineer says to the Humanists

In the early seventies, as a young engineer, I enrolled in the course of Applied Mathematics, organized by the Institute of Mathematics Sciences. Not satisfied me enough working knowledge of the car manufacturer. Was preparing a subconscious to another profession, who is now doing, for the past 30 years.



lecturers were eminent mathematicians from all over Polish Polish. Numerical methods taught young then (now retired), Dr. Janina Jankowska University Warsaw. Her husband, Michael, was, in turn, a little later, my professor for doctoral study. Their books of numerical methods are still classics. Andrew studied Computer Science and Christopher Targowski Rey. Functional analysis, in turn, taught Wroclaw Professor Stanislaw Hartman.



We were normal exams, I was in college. I wish I had kept the index from the signature of Professor Hartman, a student and collaborator of legendary, world-renowned professor at the University of Lviv Hugo Steinhaus. I got five. And even if a professor gave her a little "for the good intentions" (For us "volunteers" were very mild), nevertheless, happy. His book "Introduction to functional analysis" included with the motto "The Shoemakers'. Once, in some of his, sadly fragmentary publication of engineering, I used the same motto.



now learned to bestow great awe books starting with "Introduction to ...". You could quickly lose the thread, because it usually has already been allowed to ... the end. I understood then that the venerable professor, looks similar the handsomest of the brothers Marx was not joking when we cordially advised buying the book.



These additional classes highly expanded my horizons. Functional analysis gave me a new intuition of space. I saw that if there are other "worlds", the other as to the nature, but capable of being derived from the world, which is obvious, because I exist in it from birth-world three-dimensional space.



But the ordinary world began to be perceived differently. I look at it from a distance, as a special case of "worlds" invented by Banach and Steinhaus in Lviv and the Scottish Coffee wyrysowanych kopiowym pencil on marble countertop table, napkins and a thick notebook as a gift from Mrs. Banachowej. strange characters, incomprehensible to Mr JOHNNY whether Tońcia, a favorite "Mr. Elder," the two friends, donoszącego coffee and cognac.



I was fascinated. Each new section of the manual analysis of the functional (but not starting with the word 'Introduction ... ") Includes a description of a new kind of space, the new land on the other side of the mirror.



Some I liked the less others more.

Banach space was like for a very Polish, homely, almost trivial. I remember I was a little disappointed that such a "poor" space is called Polish name, while the Hilbert space, another math genius, but the Anglo-Saxon, it was more predestynujące properties for comparison with the land of Carroll, moreover, also a mathematician.



English Queen was very surprised when after reading "Alice in Wonderland" and demanded all the works of this promising fabulist, and brought her some "introductions to ..."



I started on my own to study different issues in math and "read and understand the book of American mathematicians Nagel and Newman, Kurt Gödel's theorem of . Austrian mathematician at the age of 25 years (!) Eagerly also benefited from the achievements of two Polish friends, and was the greatest mathematician of the twentieth century, and ... Platonist.



Its main achieve as soon as we get, but I want to finish this Platonic topic.



Well, Gödel believed in the spirit of Platonic realism, that "mathematical entities" exist and are not by mathematicians - invented or constructed, but discovered, in the sense

in which Columbus discovered America. That was already too much for me, I felt dizzy and long antagonized the philosophy. Today is that I was not shocked.



But Gödel's theorem has had an electrifying impression on me, especially that with talent pisarskiemu American authors probably all understand.



In short, it comes in it is that the system of axioms and inference rules formulated for natural numbers we are dealing with the "devil's alternative: either we get a contradiction or incompleteness of the system.



So either we have a "complete" system of axioms, and then we can prove all the allegations, including two mutually contradictory, or incomplete, we have a system, although consistent, but it is true there are claims that this system can not be proved.

You have to go outside the system and then such a claim impossible to prove as true.



new head spin!



Then Gödel and successors discovered how gradually extend the system so that it progressively more complicated and still have control over the problem of completeness and consistency.

deductive systems can build a much more complicated than the arithmetic of natural numbers.

In a sense, nothing it does not make. Once and for all hope is buried on the final formalization of systems, based on a set of axioms.



You could say that Gödel's theorem leans behind us and the good Lord lets us face: And I bratku you, you want me to formalize? It's on!



A computer today is the very mundane problem. Nothing is certain! Programs work or not. Mostly not. Hence, the most popular word in IT to upgrade:)



What conclusions?



In short, there are two:

1) A person who wants everything to take "the logic", recalls a boy who one day told his mother that he decided to add to infinity.



2) Even a simple logical reasoning is not fun for schoolchildren and requires care, competence and continuous use of the verification results - another method.



Kurt Gödel felt in this problem, like a fish in water. He could.



known is the story of when as a candidate for a U.S. citizen, he seemed to test the knowledge of the Constitution of the judge. Despite the friend's advice proved to him that the land can immediately build an authoritarian regime like a fascist. Only by a great sense of Judge of humor and the fact that he waited in the corridor that adept friend, the great Albert Einstein, which greatly impressed the judge, the greatest mathematician of the twentieth century passed this exam.



And the sky on systems more complex than the system of natural numbers, on the grounds that his memorable Godel formulated such an allegation is really fun when it will be anti-boggling.



For instance, in theology. After all, we have a number of additional problems, which are a source of new errors. For example, the problems of conceptual meaning. Then the ratio of the implication or apparent contradiction may be not because of the assumptions and rules of inference, but a normal fault within the meaning of the word.



But I do not want to enter into a foreign territory for me. I hope that the REAL philosophers and theologians know it.



I'm not sure if some "humanist logicians" who, after his discovery that the "slant lift it, announce it as revealed truth, they realize the muddy ground like tread.