uncertain if her job would last, for the establishment was faring badly and was on the brink of bankruptcy. Mrs G. began to look for a new waitressing job. She had already become famous among club owners as an “attractive, profitable worker.” So when Mr R. opened a café/bar with a chamber on the same G. Street in the summer of 1941, he offered her a job as a waitress. Mrs G. accepted the position, which was a façade for her working as a “bar prostitute.” Her financial situation began to improve, but she was sinking deeper and deeper into a moral quagmire. Mr R.’s establishment attracts specific clients, mostly Aryans: Polish police superintendents, Aryan agents of a certain type, and a significant number of Germans. Mrs G. works interchangeably from 8 a.m. until closing time and from 3 p.m. until 8 p.m. She earns 10 percent on consumption. But most of her remuneration comes from “tips.” She soon became the most popular “waitress” among those who also worked under the façade of their official position. She became a magnet to clients, who invited her to the table, treated her to sophisticated dishes, most expensive liqueurs, cognac, or wine. [134] The finale of those feats usually took place in the intimate atmosphere of the chamber. She was not too picky when it came to choosing her clients, but she was mostly attracted to Aryans. She took delight in her erotic gamble mostly because her financial situation was becoming more and more stable and that allowed her to provide more help to her family. She often stayed overnight in the establishment and came back home at 6 or 7 a.m. Her neighbours met her on their way out of the gate—she was cheerful and always had Aryan company. They were even periods when she did not come home for several days, and when she finally managed to return to have several hours of rest she was suddenly called back upon request of a “better-off” client who had come especially to see “Miss Tula.”
That acceleration at “work” was inhibited by Mrs G.’s intimate contacts with a secret agent of the Polish police, pseudonym “Bolek.” Their contacts were initiated in the establishment. At first, Mr “Bolek” visited the café for official purposes. Soon, however, his love for Mrs G. came to the fore. He began to come every day, especially for her. In his erotic fervour, fuelled with alcohol and lavish meals consumed in the company of Mrs G., he spent substantial sums of money, and that pleased the locale owner. Their relationship, initially shyly confined within the chamber walls, soon became public. The two of them visit other placed in their free time. For instance, they go to the Sztuka café for lunch with liqueur, wine, and fruit sundaes. Mrs G. [135] is no longer
