I one day went the out to my grandmother.
My grandmother lives 50 km beyond the city.
I saw the man in the half of the road which he waved me.
It turned out that He be able to not Polish to speak because he is the Foreigner.
It turned out that he is the Italian and he also goes to his grandmother which he lives next to my grandmother.
Well that I know Italian to speak.
We spoke about many interesting things.
When we approached to the village, he said that I am very pretty and he asked for my number of the telephone.