Yesterday I had a period off just before my lunch break so it was a great opportunity to sneak to the market and do some food shopping, as I never have a time to do it. Of course I was starving so went to the market coffee to have a snack and a coffee. Two tables in front of me there was a bunch of people that caught my eye. They definitely were a family, and older lady with two adolescence boys that looked like her grandchildren. They have been all wrapped up for winter, thick sweet suits and hoodies, sipping their tea. Ordinary teenagers and their beloved grandma. One of them had a pram. Average people from the hood. They probably hang around a local corner shop or sit on a park bench for hours. They look like a school trouble. Yet when they were sitting there with the sweet little lady they all look so normal and so peaceful. Strong with the emotions that connect them.
In my native Polish the word ‘Brigade’ has two meanings. First of course is a military formation but you can also use it when speaking about groups of peoples that are strongly allied and would back themselves up no matter what.
And when I sew this people and admiring look of the lady I felt that they are strong together, they are a ‘brigade’.