Artur Adamski
Anger Day
Nine months of martial law... Almost 2 100 days have already trampled all our dreams into the mud, consistent killing of each of our hopes, passing through tank caterpillars with a large offer of national reconciliation. “We are all Poles” – we naively repeated it so recently. Even a year ago, there was a large banner on the promenade leading to the Wrocław marketplace Square, showing the pendant on the outline of Polish borders. The inscription reads: “Remont! Investor: Wojciech Jaruzelski. Aliens prohibited!” Kind people from Solidarity spread posters of akin content in hundreds of places. And hundreds of places said: “We will forgive them. We'll forgive them all. In the name of the future together. After all, we are all Poles.” Even the most hurt ones did. Not just those whose organization broke their careers. Even children murdered in Stalin and Bierut's time. “We will. Let the Soviets be amazed to see Poles break the spelled circle, driven by crimes years ago. After all, those oppressors before the 4th of a century frequently are already dead, or in 1968 they left for the Baltic, the Ocean or the mediate East. We'll forgive. And free Poland will yet build the future that it deserves for how long. And we will build specified a future for our children and grandchildren. Without any more sharing between us and them. Without seeing who fathers were. We will always remember, but we will forgive everything.” That's what you've heard all the time. How frequently specified thoughts have been heard in churches. In a akin spirit, the words of our Primate of the Millennium were maintained. And how glad we were that they were among us. Those who erstwhile strayed not only to a organization guarding abroad Poland's interests, but even in this organization for generations were "on a candlestick". Solidarity was besides full of specified people. They're like sisters and brothers. Hailed as returning prodigal sons. There have been times erstwhile they were admitted even better than those who never strayed, who were always only on the Polish side. little than a year ago, millions of sincere hearts were at Jaruzelski. due to the fact that a soldier in Polish uniform. due to the fact that with a white eagle on his hat. due to the fact that he was from a truly Polish household due to the fact that he was in Siberia, so he knows precisely which side to be on. God, how much has changed since then... Since December his black glasses have been associated with the same glasses of tyrants tormenting the 3rd planet nations – Amins, Bokass or Mengyst Hajle Marjam. A year ago at this time so many places were heard that a Pole, that a soldier, with his people, would stand up to the Russians. And today’s song is “Where do you lead us blindly, by making us go in a tight line, for there is cold inhuman and only crows in the snow...” In turn, the advocates of hanging humor repeat: “Better thief than bandit, return Gierek to the trough.”
Even in the first days of the martial law, many people thought that it was a way to halt the russian divisions, intending to drown our dreams of freedom in Polish blood. But already in the first days, blood began to pour through squadrons sent by Jaruzelski. And all day it was clear to everyone that it was not about any defence against the Soviets that it was about restoring the state before August 1980. It's about re-establishing the state from years much more ghastly. I was 1 of those who felt impossible to push Poland into totalitarian realities. After all, the independent trade union Solidarity numbered 10 million members, due to the fact that they pulsed with the activity of countless initiatives of people who yet felt free. Students, farmers, scientists, craftsmen, students and even militias had their independent organizations. Was the suppression of this large free eruption even imagined? Turns out it is. It turned out that opponents of Polish freedom, although disproportionately little numerous, have thousands of armored vehicles and thousands of armed hatchets at their disposal, for which to beat individual to death means little than spit. In December, I was horrified to see tank columns sweeping through the streets. Through the city I was sneaking around with the cognition that now there are all-around pack of moro uniforms and helmets, covered with kalashnikovs, shortwaves, large rubber dicks. erstwhile a fewer days after the armored charge on Pafawag I went to see the battlefield, which the full city of Wrocław was talking about at the time, in addition to the tanks there were inactive cars run over by caterpillars. At first I thought that under the walls of the factory, whose strike was suppressed so ruthlessly, it would be better not to stop, not to put yourself in danger, spread around the police stations. From the behaviour of the ZOMO patrols, which do not identify passersby as frequently as in the city centre, I realized that they were given orders not to disturb walking here. So that everyone can see the full gallery of examples of the determination of Jaruzelski junta. Among them, specified as tank driven cars. due to the fact that the people's power won't hesitate to decision even through the parking lot, even if only so that we can see what's left of the mermaid's car after only 1 tank passes it. And the power of these tanks has thousands. This authority will not hesitate to drive these tanks into incorruptible workplaces. The walls of respective specified plants stretched along Robotnicza Street. The tracks of caterpillars in the asphalt led to fragments of walls, now turned into piles of rubble. Steel monsters entered not only the territory of Pafawagu, but besides the neighboring Dolmel and Archimedes. As it was said, hundreds of antlers from ZOMO followed them. And the tank weapon barrels seemed to say, if that wasn't enough, they might inactive be talking about a millimeter.
After these walks, as before, it was hard for me to believe in the anticipation of restoring the state before August in Poland, so now I could not believe the slogan repeated since December, specified as “Your winter, our spring”. Will we have tanks in the spring? Will they quit after killing people both in mines and at Wroclaw University of Technology? After so many thousands passed through wellness paths, locked up in prisons, fired from work? I didn't believe in a spring that could change anything. In December, however, I began to find newspapers entitled “From Day to Day”. The title was known to me as a writing of Lower Silesian Solidarity since the summertime of 1981. However, his warlike continuation looked different. She didn't have an old, careful vignette. It did not have respective pages, but only two, and was not composed of tens of smaller and larger articles, but was like a typescript. And frequently poorly readable. But what was more crucial than this editorial quality was that it was a magazine – it was! And despite the panic our country was abruptly under siege, it appeared all fewer days. Despite the law of war, meaning ad hoc courts and draconian sentences for anything, including death sentences, individual printed this magazine in an effort so large that I encountered more of its numbers in very many places. They were most frequently found on the windowsill, above the mailboxes. all now and then, respective copies were pressed behind the panel with elevator buttons. And they were usually fresh editions. Before Christmas, at the tram station, I hid a paper lying there. individual had to put it down just a minute ago, despite a fewer walking so close to military and militia patrols. At home, I found this is the 5th issue, released after December 13th! The paper looked poor, virtually "war", but appeared all 2 days! 3 times a week! Unquestionable admiration for unknown to me, but without a uncertainty unusual, brave, fearless publishers were then mixed with a desire to aid them. It seemed impossible and possibly unnecessary to scope them. I figured I should just do something like that. Just how? I had no thought about printing. What devices utilized to it look like – I could barely imagine. Shortly before the outbreak of martial law, according to the instructions in Adam Słodowy's book “Do it yourself”, I began preparing the matrix of my exlibrise. This consisted of sculpting the graphic plan with a knife in the PVC plate. I haven't finished the exlibris matrix. I began to carve a fewer words of my protest against the communist regime. In the last week of December, this activity became my hobby, on which I spent evenings almost all day.
The prints from my plates did not say that “the spring would be ours.” I did not have much religion in the imminent victory, but how can 1 express convictions that cannot be believed? Everything I intended was limited to objecting. After a while, I noticed that this work besides has a psychotherapist value for me. At all step of the way, erstwhile I met with grim images of enslavement in my spirit, I said to myself: “But that is without my permission. And even with any modest, symbolic act of my opposition.” I sold my copies in the same way as the regular magazine “From Day to Day” came to me. I left them in the gates, elevators, bus seats, bus stops. Some, in akin places, I've been making a mess. After any time in this business, I informed Catherine. We've known each another since kindergarten, I thought she was a peculiar and trustworthy person, and yet, unlike me, in her parents' apartment, she had her own room. It was in it that we arranged the “centre” of our printing. Its only device was a greave, cut out from a basement that had not been utilized for years by the “Frania” washing machine. The carved PVC plate, together with a part of paper moving cranks pressed between rotating rollers, enjoyed the printing of awesome quality.
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