In the air again – June 21

Flying between Poland and Lithuania is as easy as driving – no sense of crossing a border. In fact, it was so easy, it was a little worrying.  I showed my passport to check my bags and get a boarding pass. I couldn’t check in on line. At check in, I also got a seat assignment – seats aren’t assigned on these flights until that point.  Security was, for those of us used to a couple of check points on the way to putting baggage on the belt, a little different. No id check, just put bags on – no TSA Pre, so computers come out of bags.

Plane left on time and landed easily in Vilnius – I hadn’t flown in to Lithuanian before, so this was my first glimpse of the airport. This time, my bags arrived with no fuss, and I exited to find Lina waiting – so glad to see her and Gabriel, who would be driving us around for a few days.

Next stop, car pickup.  The quirk here is that the person whose credit card is being used must also be the driver, so Gabriel and I can both drive the car. I probably won’t but it’s always good to have a backup driver.

Not exactly a short drive, but not very long either, and we were in Kaunas, which some readers might recognize as Kovno.  Our snappy little orange car was promptly named Cinnamon.  We checked into the same hotel we stayed at last year, down the street from the Kaunas archives.  Over the next couple of days, since the archives are closed on the weekend, we’ll be driving to various towns and looking for things for clients whose families were from there.  DSC00152

We had dinner, as planned down the street from the hotel, at the ever elegant and creative Uoksas, which we had eaten at last year.  After dinner we took a walk in search of ice cream for me – Lina and Gabriel had already had dessert. We were surprised that the construction that was disrupting foot traffic all along the street was not only still going on but was even more extensive.  I wonder how the shops survive.

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June 20 – a last day in Poland

Today was our last day in Poland. Well, not really. It was my last day in Poland. Marek will be here doing more research for another 4 days. I’m leaving tomorrow for Lithuania where I will join Lina. Our research plans include the archives in Kaunas and Vilnius and visiting a dozen or more small towns in various regions not too distant from Kaunas and Vilnius, to meet with historians on behalf of clients, and to get photos for clients.

Today though, I’m still in Warsaw, and the day was glorious. I should comment on the weather since I got here a week ago.  Unlike in southeast Poland, the temperature has been on the uncomfortably hot side. Except for this morning, it’s only rained at night. What a contrast to my last trip.

I am fascinated by buildings, mostly on the old side. Some have history that is part of the war ravaged city, but others are just old, and from their appearance, one can only imagine the stories they could tell.

Most of the day was spent wandering the Praga district. It’s the Corpus Christi holday and most things except for private shops and restaurants are closed. There are throngs of people in the streets going to church. It rained slightly in the morning, but by late afternoon, the sun was shining and the temperatures were once again uncomfortably high.  We took off for Belvedere and spend a very pleasant couple of hours in the relative cool of the shady trees.

Perfect day. Good way to end this portion of my trip. Next stop – Vilnius.

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June 18-19 – A long Day

Some days seem to blend together. Some days I can’t seem to separate from the day before or after.  These two days, seemed to be like one very long inseparable time.  Perhaps it’s best if I start with the food. Meals I can separate. Two very memorable courses from two distinct restaurants – Literatka Restaurant in Stare Miasto was the site of several pleasant dinners and lunches this trip. Particularly worth noting was the asparagus appetizer.  Dinner on the 19 was at the ever-memorable Red Pig.  Great ambiance and a good touch to the end of these two days. Marek said that with dessert I needed to have a glass of a cherry liquor.  It’s really a vodka-cherry-rum liquor, and went perfectly with the chocolate shell filled with berries and something wonderful whose name and ingredients I don’t know!

Warsaw, like so much of Eastern Europe evokes a very strong emotional response from me.  There’s a tension between the old and the new, between what I know of the history and the contrast between that and what I think I’m seeing. Then, there’s the tension between the medieval history and the relatively modern history. My head feels like it’s spinning. It’s difficult to grasp how all of these realities can possibly exist in one physical space. By the way, to answer those of you who have asked if I have personally seen any anti-Semitic acts or heard any slurs – I have not. I feel guarded because I know that there is probably something just beneath the surface, but perhaps because I am with safe people, I find myself relaxing that guard.

Earlier today, when visiting one of the remnants of the Warsaw Ghetto wall, I met a family of Israelis.  Their ancestors were from all over Poland, Lithuania and Ukraine. They knew that one of their ancestors was in the ghetto and they don’t know where he died. Why is knowing the place of a person’s death or burial so important? Why is knowing how and when they died so haunting? I don’t need answers – there are no real answers to these and so many other questions that this place evokes. There is pain, there are tears. All around are the remains of what was here prior to the war, what survived, what was rebuilt, and what was left to disintegrate. Plaques everywhere commemorate spaces where Jews once lived and where they were murdered. Plaques commemorate the bravery of Jew and non-Jew attempting to fight off something they battled against. They lost, but didn’t loose. Ultimately of course the war ended. There is still a Jewish people. One of the really difficult things I grapple with is the size of the Jewish population in the cities and towns – everywhere we go – this restaurant, that building, a shop, a school, an office, a factory, a theater, a hospital, a dormitory – all owned and operated by Jews.  The percentages of the population that were Jewish in so many of these towns is astounding – the memories lay like ghosts, I feel like I’m walking through a hologram.  Of course, the good side of all of this, if there is a good side, is that we עם ישראל the people of Israel, the remnant of Israel שארית ישראל  are still here, walking the earth, still doing good, and by much of the work so many of us are doing, restoring the memory of those we lost.

Perhaps the above explains why these two days were one long day.

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Monday, June 17 – a walking day

I love walking in cities – there is no telling what you might (or might not) find lurking just around a corner. Every day and every step is an adventure.  Today, Marek and I wandered around – not aimlessly, we had a purpose in mind.  When traveling, we try to find the buildings in which the families of clients lived. Often documents have house numbers or addresses. In this case, we had two addresses. Our hotel, the Sofitel Victoria, was pretty much in the center. We arbitrarily chose one of the addresses as our destination, and headed off to find Muranowska Street, in the Muranow neighborhood. You would think that a street named after the area in which it is located would be easy to find, and, well, central to that neighborhood.  Remember, Warsaw was almost completely leveled during WWII, so a lot of things that were, are no longer.  This street however, was definitely but pretty odd. It was all of one block long, with only two buildings. One is now an Ibis hotel, and is #2. We were looking for #34.  Across the street, where we hoped to find that the street was renamed but could identify where #34 was, definitely had not been renamed.  The address came from a typed 52 page alien file from the US Department of Immigration and Naturalization.

A hospital and other church buildings that survived the war dated back to the 18th century. A friendly policeman said that the apartment block at #1 Muranowska was probably what we were looking for. He told us that #34 was an apartment located inside #1.

On to the next address on Nowomiejska Street. On our way there was passed closed by the Emanuel Ringelblum Jewish Historical Institute on Tłomackie and stopped in there. I have gotten assistance many times, over the years from a wonderful researcher, and wanted to see the facility.  It was wonderful to see all the activity going on inside, and we stopped at the book store and purchased some maps and a couple of books.

On Novomiejska Street, again, we didn’t find the house number (13) we were looking for. The document from which I  got the street number and name was a 1912 ship manifest.  Both the street and number were clear, but again, there was no 13. There was however 1/3 – perhaps it was that. We couldn’t get beyond the gate to find out.

Is it possible, however, that the street name was not Nowomiejska but rather Nowowiejska? Of course the spelling on the manifest lacks the “j” that is in the Polish name. Nowomiejska It’s impossible to tell at this point in time, what it was supposed to be. The page of the manifest has a uniform handwriting, indicating that it was copied over from somewhere else, and this could be a scribal error. Only finding other records of this family could possibly resolve the issue.

The evening presented a wonderful Chopin piano recital. These go on all over Warsaw every day. It was a beautiful, and intimate room, a talented pianist and a wonder and relaxing end to an almost 30,000 step day (over 12 miles)!

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Warsaw – June 16 – day 1.5

To all you dads out there – happy dad’s day.  For me (and my dad) Father’s Day is extremely special. I was his first gift – born oh those many years ago on Father’s Day. Our tradition is to wish each other a happy birthday on Father’s Day. For those of you who are wondering – I sent him a text early this morning and then phoned from Poland. If you can, have you called your father today?

Last summer while in Warsaw, I never left the hotel the conference was in except to go to dinner almost every night. The most I saw of Warsaw was on our last evening in Poland when we all went to dinner int he old city.  This year, we are staying a short walk away.  Today, a visit to the Polin Museum was on our list.

My luggage was delivered last night, and I slept, so all was well with the world (well my little piece of it anyway) this morning.  Marek and I went walking through the old city (Stary Miasto).  It’s really so charming. There’s no telling what lurks around the corner.

We walked to the Polin Museum, arriving just before our scheduled English tour.  The Museum is truly amazing. Our guide was nice, but her choice of words when describing Jewish history, while diplomatic, was misleading and put a gloss on Jewish history which was out of place. It’s really interesting hearing that the Jews decided to leave Spain and go to Poland, or that, in for example Krakow and Kazimierz, the Jews chose to live outside the Krakow city walls.  The tour was a 2 hour walking tour, with a lot of listening. There were so many words, at some point I just tuned out. I highly recommend the Museum. Maybe a better way would be to go through the core exhibit, reading the story boards, etc, at one’s own pace and then coming back for a tour to fill in gaps. The story boards are extremely well done.DSC09884

We walked and walked. All told by the time we got back to the hotel we had walked about 15,000 steps – thank you FitBit for that information.

On the way back to the hotel we passed by the remnants of the Warsaw ghetto. It was interesting seeing signs embedded in the pavement that told us where the walls stood.DSC09896.JPG

I was very moved, to the point of tears at the Museum when we were walking through the area devoted to the history of the area from September 1, 1939 through the war. It’s the other part of the balance of the camps on one side and what happened to the people before they were sent to the camps, or who never got there.

This evening, at dinner with Marek and one of our researchers who lives in Poland, the researcher asked which of the Polish cities I liked best. I didn’t know how to answer, so I replied honestly. Warsaw and Krakow are beautiful, as a city not ravaged by the war, Krakow like Przsemysl has an incredible beauty as a medieval city. Small towns and villages and the countryside are breathtaking. Warsaw in its reconstructed and renovated state has a distinctly poignant beauty, but I can’t get away from the memory of war and death and extraordinary tragedy. I see it in the streets and feel it in the stones we walk on. On the one hand, I wish I could forget and ignore what transpired, on the other hand, I’m glad that I can’t. It all needs to be remembered and not repeated. Not here, not anywhere.

 

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Tomorrow has arrived

Yes, today was once tomorrow – if that sounds confusing, you probably don’t want to be inside my head (actually you probably never want to be inside my head). After a 10+ hour trip from Salt Lake City to Amsterdam, we arrived half an hour late. Generally no biggie, but in this case, it was a bit stressful. If you’ve been to the Amsterdam airport, you’ll be able to picture the dash to passport control from way over on the other side of the airport. There was originally only 70 minutes between flights. The delay wasn’t made up in the air so we landed with only 45 minutes. Exiting from the plane to the tarmac, getting on a bus to the terminal ate into those precious minutes, so did the dash to passport control, to say nothing of waiting on line – we guard got me into the line in from of the first person whose flight was leaving later than mine but the guy in front of me had some sort of problem (whatever it was, it was in one of the many languages I don’t speak. Finally got through passport control.

My gate was next to the last one (86 out of 87) at the far end of the terminal. Thankfully, that flight was delayed by 9 minutes. I got to the line behind the last 5 people. The flight from Amsterdam to Warsaw was just as calm as the flight to Warsaw. All was well wiht the world until it came to baggage. Mine was nowhere to be found.  The Delta app indicated that it would be on a later flight, arriving almost 5 hours after me! Still calm, but sweating in my too hot clothes, I filled out a lost baggage claim and they promised my stuff would be delivered to the hotel tonight.

Marek was waiting for me, and we caught a cab to the center of old town – that was where our charming, old hotel was. Marek had already been there, and told me that I didn’t want to be. He was right. It was indeed charming  – on the outside. The best I could say about the rooms was that they were tiny and very hot. No a/c.  We went on a madcap quick search for a hotel with the amenities our previously chosen place was supposed to have, and lucked out with the beautiful and recently renovated Sofitel.

We made a mad dash to get our stuff which we had stashed in Marek’s room. That mad dash took us past many, many ice cream and gelato stalls.  Do you know how delicious chocolate sorbet can be? Trust me, it’s incredible.

After being awake for about 30 hours, I think I need to sleep now.

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Tomorrow and Today: Reflections

Today I am packing and preparing for a diverse travel and research experience in two countries that share so much history and yet retained very distinct cultures, languages and much more. I’ll be landing in Warsaw and spending a week doing things that I didn’t have time to do last year during the IAJGS conference – visiting archives, museums and exploring the city. The first time I remember learning anything about Warsaw more than just a cursory mention of the city’s name was in Junior High School back in the dark ages when there were still Junior High Schools – I think it was in 7th grade that we read Uris’ book, Mila 18. As in so many other places I travel in Eastern Europe, echoes and shadows of the Shoah follow in my tracks. The history of what happened in these places is never far from my thoughts. However, these places are, I admit, so much more than those echoing tears and screams. Reconstruction and restoration has not erased them. I don’t know the words to use that are proper here but I will say that the Jewish presence is very obvious whether in the various monuments, historical markers or even in conversation about the people who were.

Last year as I traveled through Warsaw, Kaunas, Vilnius, recording my thoughts in photos and words, some of which were reflected in the blog posts I wrote on this site, everything was new for me, and I’m sure there was a lot I didn’t register. This year, as I revisit the archives in Lithuania, as I ride and walk through some of the same towns and streets I visited last year, I wonder what kind of impressions I will take away.

After  week in Warsaw, I’ll be in Lithuania for two weeks. Last year I faced our trip with a great deal of trepidation, this year I am eager to learn more, see more, and remember and reflect not only what happened,  but what is today, what is in the here and now.

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