Poland I love, my Poland

We often say „my country”, „My Australia” or it could be any place we love and the place we know from the way back. Childhood, happy times, times of personal growth, typically it is a place of our youth. When I say “my Poland” this is the country I was brought up in. Of course, I think about my childhood with tenderness and nostalgia. I also think about Poland of those times with fondness. At the same time this is not the country of today and not  Poland I love.

Is Poland of today “My Poland” ? Yes, it is more my Poland than the country I remember from the past.

Weekends in Gdansk have proved difficult for me and I decided that I need to make some changes in my weekend routine not to get depressed. Today was time for a new approach and I went to  the Old Town. It is a pleasant  walk through the park with my favourite chestnut tree alley, passing the cranes of Gdansk shipyard and three  crosses of Solidarity. But I will write about it some other time.

 I live next to the Medical University and to my surprise in the small park nearby there was a crowd of people instead of normally empty weekend spaces. The university organised an event for the people of Gdansk to inform about health issues in various medical streams. I have not seen anything like that in the past in Gdansk. Smiling  medical students talking to people of different ages, taking their blood pressure and other more complicated medical tests. A band playing on the stage,  people sitting on the grass, some doing yoga. It may sound normal to an Australian but in Poland this is not a normal view. Some time ago one could not even walk on grass without penalty. And now families sitting down to their picnics! This is Poland I love. Relaxed and caring for its people.

I had lunch in the Old Town in a restaurant called Kokieteria – Coquettish at the bank of Motlawa.  The weather was beautiful, the view as well and not too many tourists yet. In a couple of weeks there will be a continuous stream of people passing by.

 The service was perfect, timely, friendly and knowing their menu very I typically have one glass of wine with my meals but this time the waiter came up to ask – would you care for another glass? - in such a perfect moment that I could not give any other answer than – yes, it would be nice. And it was.

Maybe the salmon was not of the perfect pink colour in terms of My Kitchen Rules judges but risotto made of millet groats was beautifully creamy and well spiced. The crust on the salmon was delightful. I enjoyed the scenery, the food and the chat with Pan Tomasz who was taking care of  my meal and enjoyment  in the restaurant.

Asked if I would like tea or coffee after the meal, I ordered coffee not expecting anything to write home about, after all it was a hotel restaurant. To my surprise my espresso was fantastic, so was the subject  knowledge of Pan Tomasz . He knows about coffee more than many baristas and this is not even his job. And again – This is Poland I love. Friendly and professional.

Talking to Pan Tomasz I found out things about Polish life which is perhaps challenging, but I left believing that the new generation of Poles will make the country really special and successful. And not in too distant future.

This is Poland I love. Giving me hope that the country will be soon a really good place to live.

On my way back home I passed one of many small bridges of Gdansk with locks attached to its lace. The locks were put there by couples in love. I guess they symbolise permanence of their feelings. I wonder what was said and felt by people who decorated the bridge in such a way.  This is Poland I love. A romantic country.

June is a season for strawberries in Poland and Poles are very patriotic about this particular fruit. In Gdansk everybody believes Kashubian strawberries are the best in the world.  Kashuby is this the northern part of Poland.

The fruits are not sold in punnets here. If you want to buy them in a container, you need to buy 2 kg thing like the ones on the picture.

Otherwise you buy them by kilos for about 1- 2 dollars  in season. And again this is Poland I love.  It has fantastic strawberries.

Jacek

Today was my day to work on establishing my coaching business. I had been working on my values, purpose, self-actualisation, strength, natural gifts, passions, contribution and life goals. I came to some conclusions and I was pleased with the results. My life purpose is it to help others to engage in  jobs/occupations leading to self-actualisation.

 Beautiful, isn’t it?

I felt I achieved a lot for the day so I decided to go for a walk.

My contacts with Poland, after many years of hardly visiting the country, re-started nine years ago. It was a different Poland then to what it is now after being a part of EU for nine years. I see it now as an affluent country, sophisticated, cultured, elegant and beautiful in spring. Maybe somewhat bigoted but democratic.

Nine years ago to see a “yesterday’s” men and women in streets was quite common. What I mean by “yesterday’s” describes people making their way home the next day after drinking that much that they could not recollect the time after their last drink and the time they started to make their way home. They looked dishevelled, smelled horrible and their gate was unsteady.  They needed to seek help of nearby fences, walls or more steady people to walk home. The saying “drunk as a Pole” was clearly demonstrated by them.

I thought those times have passed as I have not seen such views in  the last few years. Now I am not that sure anymore. Maybe this is not that visible any more but tragedies of drunken lives still exist.

I met Jacek nine years ago. He was a young man, a boy really. Sweet face, flashed with rather cute blush, smiling broadly and collecting money for the next bottle of something which would help him and his companions forget the reality and maybe even pain of living.  He had a good technique of asking for money and he was rather liked by his benefactors. He would say : Hello boss, would you have a coin, we are collecting for bear (or supper). The wording depended on Jacek’s assessment of the situation . All “ bosses” knew that he was collecting for vodka to buy in the neighbouring shop.

Jacek was never a well boy, I think, he may suffer from tuberculosis. Today I found out that he has epilepsy as well. He would say he has an allergy and today he collects money for medications. Officially, I mean. In reality it is still about alcohol.

I never had friends in Gdansk I could meet in streets so I will always remember how few years ago somebody standing in open door of a tram shouted in my direction : Hello boss, how are you?   Jacek was beaming his friendly smile at me obviously pleased that we met. He was not collecting money at that time. He just liked me and wanted to let me know about it.

As I was walking this afternoon, I thought about him, wondering if he was still alive. I knew that he was not well and that he spent winters in some sort of hostel with medical support but without possibility to drink alcohol. Spring was always his time to return to his old territory and his companions and to have an illusion that he is not alone.

He was standing in his old place, in front of the shop where he could buy bear or vodka to help him forget. He looked older, a bit dirty as he lives in the streets in warmer parts of the year. His smile was not there anymore. I stopped to have a chat. I always liked him and cared for him and never knew how to help him. Maybe he always has been beyond help or maybe I never was capable of loving enough to help him.

Inflation hit him as well. His collection went from 1 zloty nine years ago to 10 today.  I could have given him the money, it is an equivalent of about 3 dollars but I was painfully aware that this is not the way to help him.  I felt awful, a coach who wants to help people to live better lives,  faced with real life problems and wonders what to do: buy some food for the boy or give him some money to further hurt himself. Eventually I bought him cigarettes as the least harmful and possibly attractive to him. Obviously an inadequate solution.

The irony and sadness of the situation overwhelmed me.

Corpus Christi in Gdansk

This is my time to stay few months in Poland so I am preoccupied with Polish ways which are fascinating for me to revisit after so many years thinking of myself as an Australian. Memories from childhood come back and now I can understand some things better than when I was very young. They get new meaning for me. Like Corpus Christi holiday celebrated yesterday in all towns and villages of Poland. I did not pay much attention to the day in the past, I just knew that processions were going through all towns and villages from one altar to the next with believers singing religious songs as they walked behind a priest and his assistance. This time I wanted to know more.

Corpus Christi holiday has been observed  in the Catholic world since 1246. It is a movable holiday taking place on a Thursday, 60 days after Easter.  During the day, in Poland, body of Christ present in consecrated bread is carried ceremoniously through towns in the most beautiful monstrance the place may have. Processions stop at four altars where four fragments of Evangelias connected with Eucharist are read by priests.

Gdansk has a very special monstrance made of amber. This is a piece of art created by M.Drapikowski who lives in Gdansk since 1984. His sacral art is displayed among other European museums also in the Vatican. The Gdansk monstrance is huge, weights 30 kilograms and its pieces of amber are of exceptional beauty, colour and sizes.

                                        

During this year procession, the monstrance was carried by four workers of the Gdansk Shipyard. This had symbolic meaning as the Gdansk Shipyard was the place where the demise of communism started.

                                         

While the main procession took place in the Old Town of Gdansk, there were many local ones organised by smaller churches. Traditionally one of the altars in the part of the town I live in is in front of my house. I can observe the procession and the celebrations at one of the altars from my windows. This is what it looked like this year.

                                 

                               

Henry Strassburger - The Man of Style

I have met Henry many years ago, not long time after I came to Australia. It must have been 1980. At that time we both worked for IBM. Henry as an editor of the IBM magazine THINK and I as a trainee programmer. Very different backgrounds except for Polish roots.  Henry spent in Poland only his first 8 years but he felt some affinity with me, a Polish migrant. I remember being invited to lunch by Henry who introduced me to his friends so I could  feel more at home in the new country. That was the first time I met with Henry and his kindness.

We were not close friends those days, but each time I met Henry it was memorable. Henry loves picnics and as a person with Polish roots he knows and understands about forest mushrooms. I have been invited several times to Henry’s  mushroom picking parties and picnics. The Sutton forest was a perfect place for that. One could find Boletus mushrooms there.

This is how Boletus mushrooms look like

In European forests there are many types of wilde mushrooms and one has to know how to recognise edible from poisonous ones. Henry knew his Boletus  and I  also was considered an expert having some wild mushrooms picking  experience from my childhood.

There is a story about Henry bringing forest mushrooms to a home of his friends and insisting on preparing a meal out of them. He was given a reluctant permission but nobody was game to try the special dish. Henry was the only person in the company who, after elaborate preparations, ate the meal. The rest of the company watched him with real concern, looking for first signs of Henry being poisoned. There was an emergency number and a phone ready to use in case of decline in Henry’s wellbeing. Of course, Henry was in no danger and any Pole would understand that. The story had a happy ending and convinced some Australians that there are edible mushrooms in forests.

I have to add that any mushrooms picked by Henry had to be presented in friendly kitchens or in picnic environment on fronds of forest ferns. After all Henry is a man of style.

Forest ferns for mushroom presentation

One of many Henry’s talents and interests is cooking. And I mean this is serious cooking and serious interest. Henry was one of  the members of a very elitist group called Escoffier Society in IBM. The group was named after Auguste Escoffier.

Georges Auguste Escoffier

(pronounced [ʒɔʁʒ ɔɡyst ɛskɔfje]; 28 October 1846 – 12 February 1935) was a French chef, restaurateur and culinary writer who popularized and updated traditional French cooking methods. He is a legendary figure among chefs and gourmets, and was one of the most important leaders in the development of modern French cuisine. Much of Escoffier's technique was based on that of Marie-Antoine Carême, one of the codifiers of French haute cuisine, but Escoffier's achievement was to simplify and modernize Carême's elaborate and ornate style. Referred to by the French press as roi des cuisiniers et cuisinier des rois ("king of chefs and chef of kings"^[1]—though this had also been previously said of Carême), Escoffier was France's preeminent chef in the early part of the 20th century.

 

The gentlemen  met monthly for a dinner cooked by the members, wines were carefully selected to accompany dishes in a most appropriate way. After each dinner a general discussion on merits of each of the dishes was held and their contributors were either leaving in full glory or promising themselves to do much better the next time. I must add that the group was active in the 80ties. They were precursors of professional business man cooking for fun.

It may be easy to understand that each time I was inviting Henry to dinner I was close to a nervous breakdown.  But Henry is a very kind man and I never found out from him about shortcomings of my cooking.

Henry cooking for his friends

There are many stories about Henry and his  elegant and original style. I will continue telling them for a while. So stay tuned.

Why I like and respect the Polish Prime Minister Donald Tusk

I have written this post a long time ago and it turned out to be my most frequently read post. I understand that the reason for its popularity is Mr. Tusk rather than my insightful writing. It would be nice to get any comments from my readers, critical or complimentary. 

Today is the time of local election in Poland. Won by Mr. Tusk's party opposition. I hope this is not going to turn into a problem for Poland some time from now. It is time for change in Poland, of course and I will be watching from afar with keen interest and best wishes for my country of origin. I am also curious how Mr. Tusk career will develop on the international ground. And I hope he will make a positive mark on European politics. He  is definitely capable of that.

Some time ago while talking to one of my Australian friends, Polish Prime Minister came into the conversation. I like Donald Tusk and to me he is the best Polish politician in the last years. I was asked to justify my opinion; this was an unfamiliar territory for me. I tried to answer and made complete mess out of my argument. I did not convince of merits of Polish Prime Minister as an outstanding politician.

 My old uni professors Miss Szmuszkowicz (aren’t Polish names fascinating?) would think – that's right, I thought Anna wouldn’t know such things. Before one of the exams she expressed her view that I did not look like one who can know much and certainly not about analysis in maths. Presumably I represented a blond image. I did pass the exam though. Regarding Donald Tusk I gave a really dumb answer: He is handsome, 56 years old and plays soccer. When I ponder on what I said, I am amazed how I could come up with such a line and not much more else. As an excuse I might say that many journalists would voice similar opinion not adding much more.

Feeling bad about not giving Donald Tusk justice I want to try again as I really admire the man.

He is all of that what I had said. To me it is important even on reflection. His age tells you that he is experienced and at the same time young enough to stay in politics for a while.

Handsome and cultural is also positive in politics, the first impression and image is important. There is still some stigma attached to Eastern European countries. This will change if the countries are no longer represented by Nikita Khrushchev look alike. You may still remember him accentuating arguments with help of shoe banging in the United Nations.

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Poland is sometimes painted with the same brush even if such type of behaviour among Eastern politicians is well in the past and Donald Tusk stands out among European politicians as a true statesman in many respects.

He has a good presence, he has energy and experience. He is intelligent, very sharp, extremely good speaker – relaxed, friendly manners, open, respectful of others, polite. He comes across as a genuine and honest man. This maybe only is an impression, he is a politician after all, but in my opinion he is convincing even that way.

                        

What particularly impressed me about the Prime Minister was his behaviour after the tragedy of 2010 when 96 Polish politicians and the plane crew died in the air crush near Smolensk, Russia. The Prime Minister was everywhere where he was needed, visibly moved but composed, supporting in an exceptional way families of those who died. I will always remember the coffins coming to the Warsaw airport, placed on the runway where they were individually farewelled by Donald Tusk. It lasted hours and it was tremendously sad and moving. Donald Tusk had something warm and personal to say about each of the departed people. His enemies were addressed with the same warmth and respect as his friends. This is long forgotten and distorted by the opposition, he is even unjustly considered to be responsible for the death of the 96 people.

The following positives of Polish situation I attribute to the current government and leadership of Donald Tusk.

Poland has not been much affected by the economical crises in Europe and so far came through with increased gross national product.

The foreign politics with respect to Germany and Russia has improved significantly and the relationship with France moved up another level with Polish President even being a part of celebrations in Paris of WWII Victory in Europe as equal to President Hollande.

                         

In the last few points I am really out of my depth and would not like to confabulate.

I would like to say that I feel more proud of being associated with Poland since Donald Tusk took over the government of the country.

I am afraid that this will be the last term of the Donald Tusk and his government. Maybe after 8 years it is time to move on to take an important role in EU. Many say that this is on the cards.

More on patriotism

Lately I have been thinking again about patriotism confronted with sensitivity of one of my friends whose views I often share and always respect. I realised that my approach to patriotism is lighter and more pedestrian than it can be accepted by some who may think of patriotism as something sacred and not to be treated lightly or in a practical manner.

Some think that a holy things should not be soiled and patriotism may be considered a sacred idea. My Polish literature teacher in the high school used to say something opposite – nothing serves better  holy things than to be sometimes besmeared a bit. I liked that.  Maybe this stayed somehow in my memory and made my approach to patriotism lighter than many Poles.

Polish history has been a difficult one. After its glory days prior to the XVIII century, Poland got divided between Russia, Prussia and Austria and disappeared from the map of Europe in 1795 for over 100 years. During that time there were tragic, unsuccessful uprisings attempting to regain independence. They never had any chance to succeed. Many lives were lost as a result. Those events were considered in the time of Romanticism to be acts of patriotism. Polish people often thought that the best way to love the country is to die for it. I think many still consider it to be the best form of patriotism. I always had a problem with it. To me the Polish uprisings were futile and lives wasting. I object to such type of patriotism based on romantic ideas.  Positivism in Polish literature, a part of socio-cultural movement, was much closer to my heart and still is. Working for the country, having positive input to its economical successes, its beauty and cleanness is much more important to me than celebrating endless and sad Polish anniversaries of unsuccessful uprisings, Polish history is full of.

When I come back ...

 

In the last couple of months, I often started my sentences with When I come back... in conversations with my friends in Sydney. I was about to go to Poland for few months and I was not looking forward to the trip. I wanted to have something positive to look forward to when I come back. As I am a project manager by nature, I soon realised that there was an opportunity here to form a When I come back programme –with a set of projects under such umbrella. I moved back to Sydney not that long time ago, and I want to do many improvements related to my Sydney home. I want to improve my kitchen, bathroom, garden, get a great bookcase to be able finally unpack my books, coach seriously, get fit, do a creative writing course, read a number of books, meet regularly with friends and many more.  One of the ideas which was coming to me regularly in the last couple of years was Thursday dinners.   What I would love to make happen is to have regular get together with my friends sitting and talking around the table. Friends, good food, wine and stimulating conversation always been my idea of bliss.

It came to me from events organised by the last Polish king Stanislaus.  I realise the difference between me and the king, my home and The Water Palace, royal menu and mine or the number of guests  but what  we could have in common is regularity of the meetings and maybe the name.

This is what Wikipedia says on the subject of the Royal Thursday Dinners

The Thursday Dinners (Polish: obiady czwartkowe) were meetings of artists, intellectuals, and statesmen held by the last King of Poland, Stanislaus Augustus Poniatowski in the era of Enlightenment in Poland.

Neoclassical Water Palace in Royal Baths Park in Warsaw

The dinners were held first in the Royal Castle in Warsaw and later in the Water Palace between 1770 and 1784. During the dinners, which typically lasted three hours and resembled French salons, the King dined with his guests and discussed literature, art and politics.

The number of guests fluctuated over the years, but there were about thirty regulars.

When I come back I will tell you about my dinners.

 

About patriotism and Ray from Mummulgum

Ideas of patriotism vary widely from person to person, and from country to country.  Our definitions vary a lot and we store them in our hearts or our minds. The way how we relate to the issue depends on the type of storage we choose. If I was conforming to the most accepted Polish definition it would be stored in my heart and I would consider that any patriotic person needs to die for the country without hesitation. I always had a problem with such an approach, maybe because in my times this was not necessary. I thought that to love the country was to work for it, do something  to make it better. I had the definition stored in my mind rather than in my heart.

But still, there was something also in my heart storage because I remember a fiery discussion, not to say a fight about patriotism with one of my IBM colleagues - Ray of Mummulgum. Ray was a young guy straight from the Uni and the township of Mummulgum. He claimed that the population of the place in the 80ties was 11 and dropped by 10 percent when he went to Uni. I am not sure how true it was but I liked it. Ray was a cheeky person with violently red curly, hair and freckles. In the discipline of freckles we would have a problem to decide who had an upper hand – he or me. I really liked the guy and we had frequent discussions on various subjects. At that time I was a very serious person and Ray, to keep a proper balance between us, was not serious about anything. Maybe a bit about educating Anna in Australian type of life. He even brought some meat pies from his mother from Mummulgum and I had to eat it in Aussie way, or a right way according to Ray – it had to dribble down my elbows or otherwise it was not eaten according to the savoir vivre. I am not sure I really mastered the required etiquette, but I tried  and it was messy but fun.

Back to patriotism – I do not remember how it started but Ray expressed the view that patriotism was a vice not a virtue. My definition stored in the heart kicked in and I got seriously upset about the whole thing. Now I think that Ray’s definition must have been close to nationalism and in this sense I am totally with him.

Poland and the 3rd of May

Poland and the 3^rd of May

So I am in Poland, came yesterday and am still going through adjusting to the new time, the new place, new customs, new language and a new situation all together. I woke up at the proverbial 3:00 am but for me it was still Australian 1pm, the time difference is 8 hours now. And a nice surprise, at least for me as I like white nights. It was light already! This will be improving, meaning the light will last longer and longer till 23^rd of June.

Sometimes my important life events coincide with globally important days of my nations Poland and Australia. I arrived in Australia at the Australia Day, some years later I became an Australian also on the 26^th of January, returned to Poland on the day when the country joined European Union and this time I arrived on the very long weekend of the 1^st of May, The Day of Polish Flag and 123rd anniversary of Polish Constitution. Some more history  on the subject from Wikipedia.

The Constitution of May 3, 1791 was drafted between October 6, 1788, and May 3, 1791, when it was adopted as a "Government Act" by the Great Sejm of the Polish–Lithuanian Commonwealth (a dualistic state of Poland and Lithuania ruled by a common monarch).

The constitution sought to supplant the prevailing anarchy, fostered by some of the country's magnates, with a more democratic constitutional monarchy. It introduced elements of political equality between townspeople and nobility and placed the peasants under the protection of the government, thus mitigating the worst abuses of serfdom. It banned pernicious parliamentary institutions such as the liberum veto, which had put the Sejm at the mercy of any single deputy who could choose, or be bribed by an interest or foreign power, to undo all the legislation that had been passed by that Sejm.

British historian Norman Davies describes the document as "the first constitution of its type in Europe"; other historians call it the world's second oldest codified national constitution after the U.S. Constitution, which had come into effect on March 4, 1789. The 1791 document remained in force for only 14 months and 3 weeks. Yet, despite the King's capitulation, the Second Partition of the Polish–Lithuanian Commonwealth (1793), and the 1795 demise of Poland, the Constitution of May 3, 1791, was seen over the next 123 years as an important step toward the eventual restoration of Poland's sovereignty. In the words of two of its co-authors, Ignacy Potocki and Hugo Kołłątaj, it was "the last will and testament of the expiring Country."

I woke up this morning in an unfamiliar,familiar place, straight to the kitchen to switch my small TV on and: YOU GET UP, WE INFORM! My favorite TV channel TVN24 and my favorite journalist Jarosław Kuźniar, even dressed the way I like it, sports shirt and a jacket, relaxed and suave. This morning he is sporting Polish colours in his lapel, it is the 3^rd of May after all. The day started well!

Next to me a big bunch of tulips and a cup of tea, life is good even when I am in Poland.

Sea Change

Sea change

I was walking home few hours ago down one of Sydney suburban streets. The weather is magnificent today, sunny and warm. I was deep in thoughts when I suddenly noticed sound the autumn leaves were making under my steps.  Trees in Sydney are mainly evergreen and this is not that often I hear this shoo, shoo, shoo sound while walking. And a reflexion came up related to going the next week to Gdansk again. I will stay there till end of September. I do not have much to look forward regarding the trip. It will be a trip which, I hope, will move me from The End of a Chapter to A New Beginning.  For now I am in limbo, in no-man’s land, in transition.

                                           

On reflection, there is something to look forward to and I am starting to focus on My New Beginning rather than likely problems. The future is unknown, but this is fine with me, a bit of mystery is quite exiting.

I am going into Polish spring which is a wonderful part of the year in any country but in Poland after the long months of bad weather, cold, snow, blizzards, frost, icicles, spring explodes in its full beauty. Everything starts to bloom. Beautiful Polish girls who turn their faces to sun whenever they can catch a moment of sunshine. They bloom... I find Polish young girls very beautiful. They are elegant, stylish, boldly dressed sometimes or even looking sporty these days. This is a new European and worldly version of Polish people. Sporty is new to the country. They are like a bouquets of spring flowers.

The nature competes with beautiful girls in its magnificence; so many spring flowers are in abundance now. My favourite lilacs, growing in Gdansk garden wild and profusely, lily of the valley I will be buying in big bunches soon, tulips in all colours which one buys not less than 20 at a time to show them off to their full glory. Polish buy flowers often and not only well to do people think flowers are essential. I have seen people not looking affluent at all buying flowers in big bunches when I was hesitating if I should indulge myself buying a small bouquet of violets or sweat pea.  I have learned to behave like a Polish person who I really am, at least some of the time.

                                        

I can see clearly now how lucky I am to be able to travel from autumn to spring and then back to spring again. This makes me look at the trip’s positive, uplifting sides rather than the reverse. And maybe it will not be that bad after all?

Waking up with Polish feelings

I live in Australia by choice, I am not Jewish and I was not born yet when the Warsaw Ghetto Uprising was going through its tragic days of Jews fighting for their choice of death.

This morning I woke up too early to get up so I recorded yesterday’s programs from the Polish radio podcasts and went back to bed listening to my Sony Walkman. I fell asleep few minutes later without turning the Sony off. After some time I suddenly woke up hearing a very sad lament song from the days of the Warsaw Ghetto Uprising.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vbTwpLulfSk&noredirect=1

Yesterday was the 70ties anniversary of the start of the upraising. As a person brought up in communistic Poland where the Second World War education was very comprehensive and the messages frequently repeated, I knew the song and its origins rather well. This is a very touching song and I always had problems listening to it and feeling OK at the same time. I usually protected myself from unwanted emotions by not listening. This time the tune came unexpectedly waking me right up. I stayed in bed motionless listening to it and suddenly I started to sob not knowing even why. This was not a welcome reaction and I tried to shake it off as too sentimental.

I realised that my Polish roots are deep even if I love Australia, consider it my country and  myself an Australian.

The leaders of the uprising knew perfectly well that it was fated to be a military disaster. But they could not wait. And it was not they who chose the date. They retaliated in response to the Germans’ entry into the ghetto. It was a battle of heroism and despair, bravery and rage, a thirst for revenge and a protest against indifference. Contempt for the Germans and contempt for death. Defiance and revolt. And the sense that they were utterly alone. This was a battle to awaken the world’s consciences.

 

Weapons were few. Those which they managed to obtain from the Polish Underground Army (Armia Krajowa – AK) were inadequate for the needs of such a battle. And so they procured them by all possible means from the Aryan side and smuggled them into the ghetto. In underground factories they produced Molotov cocktails, light bulbs filled with sulphuric acid and hand grenades.

On 16 May at 20:15, the Germans blew up the Grand Synagogue on Tłomackie Street. This symbolically marked the end of the Warsaw Ghetto Uprising. The final liquidation of streets, houses and people. The ghetto was laid to waste in a sea of rubble and ashes, beneath which, hidden in the bunkers, the last embers of life still flickered.

Excerpts from the book: ‘A look at the Warsaw Ghetto’ by Jacek Leociak,  DSH, Warsaw 2011

Recently I spent few years in Poland. Watching Polish political TV programs I got to know  Mr. Marek Edelman one of  “lives still flickering under the rubble of ashes” remaining after the Jewish Ghetto in Warsaw. He was a  very wise man commanding respect and awe. I learnt a lot about modern Polish politics listening to him. He is not with us anymore and today I want to pay, in my small way, a tribute to the man who at 24 was one of the leaders of the Ghetto Uprising.