The 44-year-old Polish electrician managed to slip through customs but decided to stay put, bedding down on a concrete bench while he supposedly waited for a friend who never arrived. Unable to speak a word of Portuguese, Mr Parzelski simply repeated in pidgin English, "I'm Poland" when airport cleaners inquired about his wellbeing.
His feeble attempts to communicate were seemingly unsuccessful, as staff soon dubbed him "the German". Nonetheless, they gathered food, cigarettes and even several bottles of vodka for the new arrival.
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When news of his plight hit the media, a 70-year-old Polish doctor living in Sao Paulo was called in to question Mr Parzelski, who explained, somewhat cryptically, that he was sent to Brazil to collect two telephone handsets. After a short trip to the hospital, Mr Parzelski, by now sporting a beard, was ordered to leave Brazil yesterday, bringing his 18-day stay to an end.
3 comments:
the infamous 9/11 made me get stuck on an airport too, for 2 days. "i'm belgium" did not help me in any way.
Heh heh!
prob means more about the "image" belgium has (had, those days)
(it hasn't gone any better, certainly not with politics over here these days)
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