27th of August, 2018.
The first guy I meet, is the one who come outside of the car to help with the backpack. He is cute. Young, but cute. The driver is the oldest one and the last guy is a very sweet nineteen years old boy. That is the car in which I am on it.
They are all from Poland and what they are doing in Zimbabwe is almost unbelievable. The responsible for the group is part of a University program which is rescuing the lost Poland refugees graves from the Second World War all over the country. Apparently, a lot of Polish people ran away to Zimbabwe, trying to escape from the war. According to him, they have been doing this for a while in other countries too, but this is the first time they are working together with the Scouts, who are two members of the group. When I ask one of them later, which is the reason for that, he tells me to be in celebration of some anniversary for his group.
In the other car is the rest of the group: the leader and responsible for the group, also a very kind man; a brother sister; sister’s boyfriend; and two other girls. Almost all of them are also Scouts.
They have two places to go before we reach Harare. I gladly accepted to joying them.
The first place is a cemetery and after they find the graves, they clean a little bit and put a Poland flag around each one of the graves. One of the guys tells me it is an easy one because the cemetery was been taking care. Apparently, there were some places where they almost could not see the graves, so a hard cut of the grass and cleaning job was made. Pictures are taken and we leave.
The other place is a school which years ago was a Polish one. It is a nice old building and it was interesting to hear one of the guys recognizing the building by the structure and telling me about it. The most surprising and notable things are the two big concrete symbols, carved on the floor in front of the main entrance of the building: The coat of arms of Poland (The white eagle) and a British / German Lion, which use to be their symbol back that time; and another Poland eagle, but this time in a frame inside the building, above the first door.
I have quite a lot of fun with the guys during the travel. They sing some Poland songs, we sing Highway to Hell, by AC/DC very loudly, they tell some interesting facts and we laugh quite a lot for the short distance.
In Harare, I need to find a place with connection, hopefully in the city centre to get Marcie’s address and try to get in there or, hopefully, wait for her to pick me up. None of those options happened.
My new Polish friends would spend the night in the Poland Council, away from the city centre, so they drop me in a Thai restaurant where hopefully I would get connection. I did. But Marcie had not answer me at all. So the plan is to find a church nearby, ask them to make my camp there for the night, and next they try to find Marcie.