Is fecit, cui prodest, war NO!

No, it's not about Navalny. Not Navalny, but not without Him. And no, not due to the fact that human death doesn't decision me. He moves, like any death, in relation to all man, and the young, all the more so, purely humanly and only so. Why not of Him (let Him remainder in peace), due to the fact that his political career is 1 large controversy, views in short of the wisdom of the stage, and the full is simply a simple way of life. The second is Russian, and as we know there are no good and bad Russians, they are all made of 1 clay, they are just bad, bad by definition, dot, I know due to the fact that on TV, journalists and Polish-speaking politicians spoke, and I believe the media and our politicians, the second dot. (sarcasm). Thirdly, laments and laurels for the deceased so much that even the most crocodile tears if I were to shed it would not give the depth of the void that this death has made in our home, Poland, and Kochanowski I am not and I am not aspiring. But it is hard to halt for a while and not to be certain about what has so far been impressed by the fact that most of the politicians we have been burdened with are alleged "sluts", and the death of the Russian oppositionist is adequate for them to have decided that now it is time for war!!! (Whether Nawalny died of natural death or was killed by someone, the question comes to 1 conclusion, who, and only 1 answer: is fecit, cui prodest And so by no means Putin.)

In the name of Navalny?

And like this:Poland 2050: “Putina will be crushed to the ground, sooner or later it will go where it should go: behind bars or to a cemetery. Putin is the enemy of humanity” threatens Holownia. It would be funny, and you could put it on the shelf with: a phase of mania of greatness, if the second individual in the country had not said so, aspiring to the position of president of that country. But it's not comic erstwhile individual in his position wins the president of the atomic power, and he's being replaced by the deputy prime minister of the state. Kosiniak declares "war is very close" to the whole, concludes, the arms manufacture must be "moved from the tracks of peace" to "direct threat tracks". And it does not change the optics of the fact that this is the inauguration of the "Third Way" local government run and that in addition to crucial state positions are Holovnia and Kosiniak-Kamish leaders of Poland 2050 and PSL due to the fact that as Mateusz Morawiecki taught: "The best solution was always war – the war changes position in 5 minutes!" The blacksmith, the typical for reconstruction of Ukraine, and more Ukrainian voice in our home, who in Munich meets Chodorkowski and Kasparov observes: "Let go of the settlement of it now (the Nawalny przypła autor) from past views that he changed after all." The social media looks like everyone has received 1 instruction, which in short (for example – according to the carbons) Kamila Gasiak-Pihowicz, reads: “Putin knows no boundaries. No boundaries are scary to him either. Human rights, the regulation of law and European solidarity must be strengthened alternatively than weakened. Democracy will win against tyranny." And here's my light. Of course, democracies are already winning, as illustrated by Julian Asang. Therefore, in order for justice to be done enough, Russia must be declared a war, plowed and introduced western methods of treating prisoners, preferably British, and "Putina to the ground".

The questions are: what task did all political actors in Poland receive from globalists without exception? What tasks were transferred to the Polish yard by the creator of Mr. Kobosko Holownia, who left Atlantic Council, where there are 7 erstwhile directors of "feasts" on the board to cooperate with the Holownia moving for president of the Republic of Poland? The next question is whether Poland becomes a atomic field? And another 1 erstwhile we go to Moscow? I answer them all, remember! There's no way to peace, this area is the way.

Peace yes, war NO!

When I read the Dyma on Birkenau, Medalions, Germany, I was most likely 15 years old. 15 possibly 16, only enough, or possibly adequate to see Poland destroyed by the war. To experience the work of rebuilding, rising from the ruins, to watch the holes, burned, black ruins of walls that utilized to be houses, castles, defensive walls. And the mutes were screaming, scaring, causing a complete void in their head... due to what it was. To hear the bans, to the moat, to the forest, to the bunkers (which so tempted to penetrate them), do not go, there may inactive be mines, and God knows what else. God most likely knew, and no 1 wanted to explain it to us. By the time I read the Medalions, the Dymes over Birkenau, the Germans, I had already had a image of the war and its atrocities grasped as far as the young man could grasp the remains, listening to endless stories. It all spoke and I remember, then, triggering the feeling that 1 must avenge, mixed with a unusual sense in a moment, or possibly not. No, it was not, then, from the shoulder of knowing that the people who spoke about all these horrors, the people whom I knew as rather cheerful, cheerful, joyful looking into tomorrow, those people who were telling stories about those not so distant years, but who were already behind them, which someway managed to survive, erstwhile they began to talk, became in a flash a denial of themselves, as if they wanted to say, but we were not here, in the eyes of which he painted not ordinary, but panicous fear, as if these Ukrainian forks, as if this Katyn, the kibitki, as if this front, as if those of the forest, who murdered their own where they would fall, as if it were all lurked next to, were again to triumph.

God, I didn't realize that at the time.

What they're afraid of, it's already happened. It never happens again. And they, how many times, regardless of the passing, drifting distant from the nightmare they experienced, would always return to their memories the same way they turned into 1 large (as I called it) misfortune. And they were pale, they were silent, their eyes were wet, and sometimes they were just crying... just like that. They were talking, and these tears were so flowing down a regular stream. And possibly only in Polish language classes was different. possibly at anniversaries where I've never heard revenge, you gotta pay for evil, hatred for grave planks, but I've always heard more and that life must be built more beautiful, new, and that our generation must take care of peace. Really, take care of the room. possibly not exactly, erstwhile I was a twelve years old, I understood precisely what it meant to take care of peace, but I knew it had to be something large erstwhile the people I knew were turning into walking misfortunes to remember what war was. Of course, I knew the Germans defeated the Red Army along with our braves. The boys who were from Lenin to Berlin themselves, the brother-in-laws, and thousands, fell, but the blood, but the victims of life did not hesitate to lay down only to purify the Polish land of those who were expected to have prepared the destiny of another people according to Satan's plan; to exterminate, pervert, in the name of any superior race. Yeah, I didn't realize what the superiority of the race was, but my intuition was telling me, and those tears that flowed down the cheeks of possibly doomed, and the miracle of the survivors that it was something terrible, but it was terribly despicable. And I was grateful to the Red Army and Kościuszkowkom, and to the Polish Army, and to all together, and to each and all 1 of those who drove out the German -men race. I was grateful and grateful to those who were already afraid of the German did not have to, but were afraid. I am grateful to this day, and those who told me at that time, and yet alive, have not changed their minds. Even before I read the Medalions, the Dymes over Birkenau, the Germans, equipped with cognition of what it was from mouth to mouth, and of course, I did not stay insensitive. Yeah, yeah, and I utilized to shoot from a stick that utilized to be a gun, to the Germans. I remember, in our war games, no 1 wanted to be German and not due to the fact that he knew he had to lose, but simply and simply due to the fact that being German is the meanest of the vile.

I wasn't taught to hate.

I was not taught to hate, on the contrary, to teach humility, to teach respect for the good that evil can overcome, due to the fact that only the good... And yet, erstwhile I read the readings above, my hands clenched in their fists. To this day I ask myself if it was hatred. And I can't answer them clearly. I don't know what it was, possibly just mutiny, possibly anger stinks, possibly opposition. But there was, and I was afraid of it. shortly after, I realized what I was going to cultivate. And I'm grateful to the school, so, yes, this PRL school of the 1960s- those that she didn't teach me to hate, that erstwhile she told me about the horrors of war she didn't forget to tell me that war was actually born in a man and the same man, if a man truly can just control his desires. If a individual and if he wants to – I've come to that myself.

Before I came to this, and possibly not before, and already erstwhile I went to Auschwitz for the first time, I realized that man and only him was a beast due to the fact that ... due to the fact that he just wants to be one. erstwhile I compare this first time, with all others, and there were dozens of them, I have the impression that then, in those seventy years, there in Auschwitz as if the odor of blood and sweat, and fear, and tears, and longings, and everything that stinks/smelts/smelts/smelts/smelts/smelts/smelts. That's erstwhile I understood and decided that I didn't want to ask anyone about his nationality, that I didn't want to know if he, individual I would meet on my way of life, a Pole, a German, a Russian, a Ukrainian, a Greek, an American, a Jew, a Gypsy... , but I want to know if a man. Just human. A real man, not a fake, not a human-like, not just a human form. It was there in Auschwitz, erstwhile I was respective years old, that I realized that first there was a man, and then there was his nationality. And the fact that erstwhile I deal with a fake of humanity, I will besides ask at the end of which country "exponiture".

Auschwitz Lesson

It is there in Auschwitz, rich in stories from the Smokes over Birkenau, from Medalions, Germans, in stories from those who survived and enriched with a image of the tragedy of humanity and the suffering of millions that I learned before me about myself. That's due to the fact that my fists that were clenched before are most likely very different from those who were able to inflict specified terrible cruelty. That's where I said to myself that as shortly as I became a teacher, I would carry out what my school convinced me to do. That I would take care of the room. In tribute to all those who died here in Auschwitz or another camp death factory, in tribute to all those who gave their lives, the blood was shed, on all fronts, to wipe out the German plague of Nazi Nazism, racism, ideological hatred. Without exception, all Red Army soldiers, too. And it was then that I decided that erstwhile I became a teacher, I would want to equip my disciples with the cognition that all fist raised on another man, all cast stone, all manifestation of an angry conflict for what is my own, envy, pride, superiority, vindictiveness, unbridled desire to retaliate, are the beginnings of evil, which consequently lead to a man raising a beast within himself, and this 1 is incredibly capable. There is most likely no place more suitable than Auschwitz-Birkenau to depict the incredible abilities of beasts in human skins. As I decided, just as I became a teacher, during the full period of belging, I instilled in young people and carried further yearbooks to Auschwitz, so as not to stay unspeakable. A fewer months ago, I met 2 guys on the train, and I didn't, but they confessed to their relationship. “And you know, an amazing meeting, we were just mentioning these lessons present ...” Oh, my God, I've gotten under your skin. They convinced me that I didn't think they were grateful and that they would never forget.

And I think to myself, since I understood erstwhile I was in the camp for the first time, which a man cannot let to regulation him, why it is so hard to realize so many who go there regularly. And not just there. I inactive can't tell myself why they go there.

Why do they drive if there's nothing to it?

Did I understand, due to the fact that I was given temporarily closer to that tragedy, the fall of humanity, to learn about its consequences. Maybe. I don't know. Probably. But why is it that he tries to tell me present that I have not seen what I have seen, that I have not heard what I have heard, that I realize patriotism wrongly, that I do not work for peace, but vengeance, and my hatred for grave plank, that I hatred revenge, that these are the standards of appropriate human attitude, appropriate patriotism, due to the fact that this 1 of mine is simply a communist, it is tainted. Nope. There is no consent from me and there will never be a glorification of retaliation. I've called, called and named things by name. Murder, fraticide by fraticide, vile wickedness, hatred by hatred, revenge, ideology by ideology, savagery by savagery. And then, according to my actions, I will find if the murderer, the brother-killer of Poles, is told about the Poles of the murderer, the brother-killer. If I say German. If a Jew, a Russian, an American, an arabian says what he did, he's his culprit. Each individual and each according to “the merits”. And that thousands of Nuland ladies, Ursul von der Leyen, Nowacky, Jachir, the Biden lords, Trumps, Kaczyński, Schetyn, Cenckiewiczs, Wildsteins, Tusks, Holownia, Kosiniak-Kamish, Kowali (Putins also) etc., the list besides long to be complete, let this typical group from a immense group remain, trying to tell me that it is the nations who blame, that these collections closed, I simply do not believe them. More, I tell them, no, ladies and gentlemen. They're not nations, they're not closed crops. They are beasts in human skins, they are forgeries of man, they are human-shaped individuals, circumstantial ones, known by name and name, and present they make man want to cook destiny according to his own tastes. 1 due to the fact that he wants oil, gas, dominance, and another due to the fact that his vengeance smells, the 3rd due to the fact that his religion tells him, the next due to the fact that -ism inspires him. And these circumstantial individuals, the circumstantial feelings of the higher individuals of the human race, feed the gullible dreams of power, the stories of the superiority of ideology over ideology, the pathos having small in common with ethos, the individuals grow for their own, resulting from their phobias, philosophies, ideologies, beliefs, the needs of a host of beasts in human skins willing to inflame conflicts, kill, enslave to later revenge, take revenge and feel fulfilled. I want you to gain a place on the slab, on the street name sign.

No war!

What makes you different, wherever you are, overpowered by the mania of reckoning, retaliation, stretched to the degree of collective responsibility, what makes you believe my right over my ideological, more ideological than those who have been set on fire. To those who are inactive fewer and few, to whom those who usurp the right to impose their own visions of order and order according to their visions, what are the retaliators, what is the difference, and where, where are you people who do not effort to prepare destiny for another people to their "pray" and their desire? In what do you put your fists together, you threaten, you fight the dead, and those who endanger you to act mirrorly, others are from those who sow evil? Why is it that I am constantly reminded of what I imagined in Auschwitz for my own use, that man and only he is capable of being a beast due to the fact that ... due to the fact that he just wants to be one. That war (whatever it is-home too) is actually born in a man and the same man, if a man really, can simply control his desires. If a man and if he wants to! And why, after all these years of war, do you gotta take care of peace again? due to the fact that a few, respective dozen, respective 100 in the country and so many in the planet have forgotten that peace is not built by antagonizing. Why do you guys in this country odor like war if it's not world-wide, even domestic?

In any monographic studies I came across specified characteristics of the education of the years of the Polish People's Republic. In technological investigation from fresh history, including the past of education, we meet with 2 types of historical sources. These are handcrafted and printed messages, as well as relationships and surviving traditions. In many cases, this second origin retains even the dominant substantive value. Its importance for the fresh past and, above all, the past of education is undisputed. Diaries and yearbooks in peculiar illustrate the extraordinary efforts of teachers and society as a full to rebuild ruined education in the early postwar years. Teachers made decisions to participate in this process under the influence of subjective patriotic duty. erstwhile you survey the memoirs, memories and statements of people who worked at the institutions of that time, it is hard to defy the impression, these people were truly educators from the vocation, they had this spark of “the love of human souls”. Patriotic consciousness defined their duties. From an educational point of view, the specificity of the school infrastructure at the time consisted mainly of one. The teachers sought that intellectual cognition should be decently linked to its value, that students should know what is noble and worthy of man, which should be an encouragement and motivation to his will, and that should be a protection and informing against the distortion of his character, which is to service the welfare of society and which is an obstacle to his development." And that's what I'm going to say, whether you like it or not, that school, the 1 that equipped me with life guidelines, and the 1 where I later continued my work to combine intellectual cognition with the ability to value it was a school that made society grow. Why, I ask, present in peculiar Minister Nowacka, I ask why you are trying to kill present at all costs this "love of human souls" and to argue it, as a substance of quality, "do what you want", revenge, retaliation, hatred. due to the fact that you odor war, due to the fact that you odor spoils, due to the fact that not adequate space, due to the fact that not adequate sky, not adequate sun? Or possibly it's just an thought of how capitalism would put a deficiency on a human face, and that it couldn't be done, it had to be disgusted, disfigured entirely what a human face had. possibly not exactly, erstwhile I was a twelve years old, I understood precisely what it meant to take care of peace, but I knew it had to be something large erstwhile the people I knew were turning into walking misfortunes to remember what war was. I realize today. That is why present I say no, no and no again, hatred policy, retaliation policy, pathos policy without ethos.

Bożena Gaworska-Aleksandrovich