Hello, my name is Marta from Poland. I am student. Would you like to buy my pictures?It was late evening last Sunday when I heard a knocking at the door. "Who the hell could that be at this time?" I wondered.
It was Marta! from Poland no less. Would I like to buy her pictures? I didn't even consider her offer and just as if functioning on autopilot I politely declined her offer as I do to every salesperson knocking at my door.
It only occurred to me after she had left that what a strange encounter it had been. Was she what she claimed to be, a student from Poland? Why was she out on a cold Winter's night in a village in Wiltshire trying to sell pictures? I never even saw the pictures she was attempting to sell so I don't know what they were or if they were worth buying? My entrepreneurial side is angry with the rest of me for passing up on such an offer.
But then again did she even have pictures to sell anyway or was she some kind of criminal up to nefarious pursuits? I guess I shall never know.
