Mom at the airport in Turkey: I’m ashamed of the Poles [LIST]

  • – Until the last day I was proud of myself and my children. The spell was broken on the way back – writes in a letter to Onet, a mother of two, who has just returned from vacation in Turkey
  • – I counted down the minutes to get off the plane and get rid of the disdainful looks of passengers – our reader remembers the flight to Warsaw. What did she hear from the passengers?
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p.Below we publish a letter from Mrs. Karina. We encourage you to share your thoughts and your own stories at: We publish selected e-mails on the Woman Onet website.

We realized it wouldn’t be easy. Traveling by plane with an eighteen-year-old daughter and three-year-old son is a complicated logistical operation. Fortunately, there were no surprises on the front page. We flew in in the morning so the kids kindly made their way through the check in. They didn’t have the strength to romp, then they slept through the flight. But I won’t forget my way back for a long time.

It was hot outside. It was high in the afternoon. The temperature in the shade was above 35 degrees C. Busy at the airport. Most passengers waiting for flights are Turks and Poles. The flight was delayed, we waited more than three hours to check in. Fatigue and long waiting times took a toll on us all. Especially children. While our three-year-old son explained to himself that we had no influence on the departure time, the one-and-a-half-year-old daughter expressed her displeasure at the whole situation by crying.

My husband calmed my son and I took care of my daughter. Unfortunately, the little one writhed around my neck the whole time. She wouldn’t for the world read a book or watch a fairy tale. I knew she was whimpering because she was sleepy. We no longer had a pram with us. I thought I’d find a place in the departure lounge and rock her to sleep. All seats were fully booked.

Walking among the passengers I heard mainly Polish. I walked for about half an hour with a crying baby in my arms. When they saw me, they put on headphones or poked their noses into their phones. I am ashamed of the Poles. None of them gave in to me, although they were mostly young people, from 20 to 40 years old.

Thirty minutes had passed. Finally two foreigners came to me. They told me to sit in their high chair. My husband was waiting for me there. No Pole has made such a proposal to me. With great relief I walked over to my son and husband. On the way I passed the eyes of Polish passengers. I think they were relieved that they didn’t have to hear my daughter cry.

After ten minutes it was quiet. The exhausted child eventually fell asleep. Before I knew it, they opened the gate and we were already on the plane. I thought the lack of empathy of the Poles at the airport – although more of a lack of culture in my opinion – was the last bad thing that happened to us on the way back. Unfortunately I also felt human sad on the plane.

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The daughter was tied to me for the entire flight. After two hours she got up. Before she realized we were flying and Mom and Dad were with her, she burst into tears. She wanted to free herself from my arms at all costs and walk over to my brother, who was sitting two chairs away. The more I tried to silence her, the more she cried.

How did the passengers react? “Give her a pacifier,” said the woman behind us. “She hasn’t used it for a year,” her husband replied. – Would take him on a trip. Children should fly with a pacifier – she did not give up on the passenger. In the background of my crying daughter, who was slowly giving up, I heard a comment from a couple sitting next to my son. – Massacre. That’s why I don’t want children – the lovers whispered among themselves.

I bit my teeth and finally managed to calm my daughter. Shortly after, the pilot announced that we were going to land. I was analyzing these unflattering comments in my head all the time. Until the last day I was proud of myself and my children. For seven days they did not cause any problems: at the airport, at the hotel, at the restaurants and beaches we visited. They didn’t bother anyone. On the contrary, the natives have praised them many times.

Anyway, I can also praise them for their attitude towards children. Turks are very empathetic and caring. It is a pity that I cannot say the same about Poland. Until the last hours of our trip, I thought our whole family had done a great job. On the way back, the spell was broken. I counted down the minutes to get off the plane and shake off the disdainful looks of passengers disturbed by a fifteen-minute cry from a year-and-a-half child.

It was our first holiday abroad with my son and daughter. Because of the behavior of the Poles, I don’t want another one.

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