One Housemate

Have you been wondering what ever happened to the Polish guy who won the fencing world championship back in the late seventies? Wonder no more, he is (well, he was) one of my housemates. A new gym has just opened in Minden and former Polish fencing champion is here to do personal training and teach fencing to small children.

He seems like a nice enough guy, he liked Formal 1 racing, and baking strange meat concoctions out of ground beef, mayonnaise, and pickles. (Him to me: You’re really going to put mustard on that tomato sandwich? Americans eat strange things.)

Then one day, I heard the landlord banging on his door, and later on, like Kaiser Sose, he was gone. The story? Apparently, he kept getting disoriented in the middle of the night and wandering into another roommate’s room. After this happened enough times she complained to the landlord who threw him out. “Disoriented?” the landlord said to me later “Yeah, right.” So much for our brush with celebrity.