Although the weather changed from 24 degrees to 10 or less in 4 days and Warsaw welcomed us with the coldest wind we have had in Poland, I think this city is very nice and clean. Not that clean is usually something I specially appreciate and not that Krakow was dirty. But already in the train station we got this quiet comfortable feeling of walking to the hostel and loving the hostel and walking to the center and finding it very pleasant.
Or maybe because when we left Auschwitz, near in Krakow, we didn't have the greatest feeling. Auschwitz wasn't good itself and this was very good. !Because Auschwitz is not meant give a good feeling - note that they don't make profit with it, it is free entrance - you can actually cry there when you imagine that life. I though it would be great to have actors playing the role of a prisonergroup, working and being hit. But this would be to much of a carnival and only americans would turn a concentration camp into an amusement park.
So, the concentration camp was all destroyed by the Nazis when they found out they were about to lose the war. So what you can see in Auschwitz I are mainly reconstructed buildings that have been turned into a Museum about the Holocaust With photos and explanations and hundreds of glasses, shoes and other stuff from the prisoners and you really get the feeling.
But because we are laid back and we were hungry before we got into the Krematorium we went to look for some pierogi or borsch or any other polski yummy food and we ended up in a horrible empty fast food place were I ate fast food borsch. I have bought some Borsch soup powder and I am sure it will be better than that. Anyways, before we started eating M found out her wallet had just been taken out of her bag in that precise moment by a couple of dressed up guys that were sitting right behind us for no longer that 5 minutes. So we run out of the restaurant and he pointed this man dressed in black that was running. His friend dressed in white wasn't running but took the opposite way. This is confusing now but at that moment it wasn't a confusing desicion - I just wanted to reach the man in black and then I would make up something to tell him. So he was running and turned around the corner and I was running and turned too. M went to take the phone so she can call any useless institution and I went on running and saw the man stop behind a black 4x4 car parked 60 m away in that empty industrial area outside Auschwitz. When I was about to reach him the man in white passed by in front of me and run away, further than their car (it seemed their car) but the man in black was still there, talkin on the phone.
I approched the man and asked, screamed a bit, that he should give me back the wallet and keep the money. Then he looked at me. I wasn't really there, I was just acting out of adrenaline reactions and instinct, so it ws difficult to find out what was logical to do. And what he did was giv me back the M's wallet. I opend it and everything was still there. The money was still there too! So I asked him what did he want, what did he take, I seemed to have turned crazy and he came out pointing his head and and saying 'hospital-hospital' 'whatdo you want??!!', 'I am crazy' 'crazy, sick'.
After 1minute like this, I couldn't understand and for some reason he started coming closer to where I was standing -that is at least 2 m from him- so I started walking backwards and I kind of woke up and thought he might have done that to leave my sister alone in the empty restaurant with her big camera. Then I run back and on the way I found M who was coming to reach me and said I was all white screaming 'the camera!'.
Back at the restaurant I wasn't hungry. The camera was still there and my sister was alright. We thought that was very good comparing to what could have happened to us.
I though it had been very good comparing to that time in China when I started yelling crying completely full of rage against the chinese when I discovered that my bag had been cut to take out my wallet.
And so we all were moved after Auschwitz and we are all quite happy after Warsaw with potato pancakes with cream and cranberry sauce waiting in the fridge for tomorrow's breakfast.
And monday we are back in warm Barcelona and more things happening!
Or maybe because when we left Auschwitz, near in Krakow, we didn't have the greatest feeling. Auschwitz wasn't good itself and this was very good. !Because Auschwitz is not meant give a good feeling - note that they don't make profit with it, it is free entrance - you can actually cry there when you imagine that life. I though it would be great to have actors playing the role of a prisonergroup, working and being hit. But this would be to much of a carnival and only americans would turn a concentration camp into an amusement park.
So, the concentration camp was all destroyed by the Nazis when they found out they were about to lose the war. So what you can see in Auschwitz I are mainly reconstructed buildings that have been turned into a Museum about the Holocaust With photos and explanations and hundreds of glasses, shoes and other stuff from the prisoners and you really get the feeling.
But because we are laid back and we were hungry before we got into the Krematorium we went to look for some pierogi or borsch or any other polski yummy food and we ended up in a horrible empty fast food place were I ate fast food borsch. I have bought some Borsch soup powder and I am sure it will be better than that. Anyways, before we started eating M found out her wallet had just been taken out of her bag in that precise moment by a couple of dressed up guys that were sitting right behind us for no longer that 5 minutes. So we run out of the restaurant and he pointed this man dressed in black that was running. His friend dressed in white wasn't running but took the opposite way. This is confusing now but at that moment it wasn't a confusing desicion - I just wanted to reach the man in black and then I would make up something to tell him. So he was running and turned around the corner and I was running and turned too. M went to take the phone so she can call any useless institution and I went on running and saw the man stop behind a black 4x4 car parked 60 m away in that empty industrial area outside Auschwitz. When I was about to reach him the man in white passed by in front of me and run away, further than their car (it seemed their car) but the man in black was still there, talkin on the phone.
I approched the man and asked, screamed a bit, that he should give me back the wallet and keep the money. Then he looked at me. I wasn't really there, I was just acting out of adrenaline reactions and instinct, so it ws difficult to find out what was logical to do. And what he did was giv me back the M's wallet. I opend it and everything was still there. The money was still there too! So I asked him what did he want, what did he take, I seemed to have turned crazy and he came out pointing his head and and saying 'hospital-hospital' 'whatdo you want??!!', 'I am crazy' 'crazy, sick'.
After 1minute like this, I couldn't understand and for some reason he started coming closer to where I was standing -that is at least 2 m from him- so I started walking backwards and I kind of woke up and thought he might have done that to leave my sister alone in the empty restaurant with her big camera. Then I run back and on the way I found M who was coming to reach me and said I was all white screaming 'the camera!'.
Back at the restaurant I wasn't hungry. The camera was still there and my sister was alright. We thought that was very good comparing to what could have happened to us.
I though it had been very good comparing to that time in China when I started yelling crying completely full of rage against the chinese when I discovered that my bag had been cut to take out my wallet.
And so we all were moved after Auschwitz and we are all quite happy after Warsaw with potato pancakes with cream and cranberry sauce waiting in the fridge for tomorrow's breakfast.
And monday we are back in warm Barcelona and more things happening!
3 comentaris:
I és que s'ha de ser una mica sabata per anar a fer el guiri justament a Auschwitz! Sort que tu vas córrer tant i vas ser més aviat valenta!
M.
impressionant. jo crec que l'hagués pegat, al de la cartera, hagués tret tota la ràbia del meu cos, tota la ràiba acumulada des dels 3 anys... si, estic una mica agressiva, massa coses que passen al voltant i massa poca estona per parar-hi atenció...
també li hagués dit a l'home que el boig era ell, que tenia doble personalitat si ara anava d'angelet, com si la cartera li hagués caigut del cel a les seves mans... serà...!
annanàs
oooooooooohhhhh!!
ahir a la nit, mentre m'adormia, em va venir al cap el nom del teu blog, i vaig ser molt feliç de no haver-ho oblidat...
però de moment no m'ha servit de res...!!
encara no t'he enviat els mails, perquè des de la facultat no puc obrir l'agenda... ti creus?
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