I picked up my husband’s phone from the side table because mine had died. The screen was open to a map with a route to Kołobrzeg. My husband had told me he was driving to my brother-in-law’s place near Łódź tomorrow. Kołobrzeg is in the opposite direction.
My phone lay on the kitchen counter, dead as a stone. I plugged it in, but nothing happened – the cable was broken in the same place again, right at the connector. Bogdan was in the bathroom, and I needed to check what time the courier with our daughter’s parcel would arrive in the morning. I took his phone from the hall table. The screen lit up immediately, no passcode required.
The map was open. A route from Częstochowa. But not to Piotrków, not towards Łódź where my brother-in-law Tadek lives. The blue line stretched through Kalisz, Poznań, and further north. To Kołobrzeg.