Nieszczęśliwy powrót do domu

It happened on the day of my seventeen birthday and I’ll never forget his day. I with my boyfriend Paweł were on our way home after a marvelous evening out with some friends in the disco club in Wrocław, when our car broke down. It was well after midnight and we were still miles from home.
Paweł tried to get the engine started, but it vain. We didn’t know what to do. There was no traffic on the road at all, so we couldn’t get a lift. We decided to walk all the way to home. To make matters worse it started to rain. We were wet and freezing. By the time we arrived to home. But worse was yet to come! It was then that we discovered that we had left our front door hey in the car. We had no choice. We broken the window and started to climb inside. Unfortunately, just as we were doing this, a police car stopped in the road, next to our house. At first, of course, the policeman didn’t believe our story and wanted to take us to the police station, but in the end we convinced him that we were telling the truth
By the time we got to bed it was past three o’clock and we were cold, wet, miserable and absolutely exhausted.