Television Alphabet of Memories by Jerzy Gruza
I am on a business trip as the director and manager of the Musical Theatre in Gdynia. I have the most to say on “this topic.” With us is also my former “wife” from Cannes, Wojtek Korzeniowski, but now from a completely different angle.
Welcoming, conferences, meetings, discussing the conditions for the theatre’s visit to Florida. Meanwhile, everything is falling apart because the William Morris agency doesn’t want to grant a license for our show to be performed in the USA. They are planning a remake with Chaim Topol as Tevye, on Broadway.
Naive ideas arise that instead of Fiddler, we could, with the help of one of the Grocholski brothers, who was our translator, set up a store there with Gdańsk amber jewelry. It turned out there are already three. And they can’t sell anything.
Grocholski goes everywhere with us with his daughter, a beautiful girl who outshone our local Miss of the Gdańsk Region, even though she sat down for breakfast, lunch, and dinner with a sash reading “Miss.”
Meanwhile, in Miami (…)