Most kibbutzes were in Poland. Over twenty. One, the largest, in Warsaw Grochów, fed Jews in the ghetto to the end. I had no idea. I learned from the exhibition “Moi Ver”. Young Zionists, Marxists, since the 1920s. In the 20th century, they learned to plow and shoot in the kibbutz to establish their country in Palestine after specified training. He was among them and was documented by Moses the Vorobeite. present you can see these pictures in Warsaw Old Town.
In August 1938, the Vorobeian reporter (Moi Ver is an artistic pseudo-photographer and painter, circulating between Poland, France and Israel) captured the moment, this brief moment: “The method initiated by members of the Tel Amal (Nir David) kibbutz, based on facts made, consisted of the quickest – frequently during 1 day or night – raising temporary kibbutzes. They were made by barbed wire fences, prefabricated wooden towers and canvas huts, which allowed to safe position in anticipation of arabian armed attacks" - explained the plaque on the exhibition. Somewhere before that, I thought that specified kibbutzes were made on the land supposedly purchased. But the Arabs no longer photograph Moi Ver. Sam joins Hagana, armed self-defense. seemingly they didn't want the local kibbutzes – I guess.
This was how the State of Israel began. What do we know about Israel...
On November evening, the market, eyelashes lit and warmed with the tongues of fire in glass tubes, fills the music – a guitarist surrounded by listeners who generously throw in the hat, evidence the cells or broadcast live: “Varsovie, Warsza, Larsu”, each in his own way, seemingly satisfied that he is here. That he's not there? But possibly they don't even watch the news. You'd like to forget for a moment, dip in this amber box of the marketplace Square. But the musician stops playing and hides the instrument for the case.
I left home to get distant from that. Radio, TV, Internet. On October 7, 2023, I was pinned down by Israel. I was a war reporter. And now I'm sitting in front of the screen, stuck in the chair.
“To make the planet know”, it was always the sense of work, the meaning of the journalist’s life. What? The planet found out. The planet has been watching the massacre live for weeks. Some, some, dared to call her by name. It shortly turned out to be anti-Semites.
It began on 7 October with the Hamas raid on the kibbuka: an unimaginable slaughter, rape, and kidnapping. Men, women, children. As in the Greek theatre, horror is the communicative itself, due to the fact that the images are almost gone. I don't even want to believe you. But shortly after, the controversy begins. The Israeli Army is bombing from the air. This, too, is not to be believed: skyscrapers in the mediate of a Palestinian city abruptly collapse into ruins. Impossible! possibly it's a mockup. There's people inside!
But then people show up. Up close. Dusty concrete white faces. Bloody. Scared, large eyes of children excavated from the cracks in the rubble. Carryed on hands, on stretchers, on doors for a few. On their feet, on their tummys, they have names written by their mothers: to have names if they can survive. Doctors scream. Hospitals have become the mark of the army, due to the fact that under them are Hamas bastions. No evidence has yet been found. No electricity, no water, no food. Newborn babies in incubators like fish on sand. And any absurd numbers. Hundreds, thousands. I don't believe it. And if you look at the drone at the sea of ruins, at these stumps and mountains of concrete, at the grey desert as in the black and white movie from the Warsaw Uprising – it is simply a wonder that anyone survived. That's what Muran looked like in 1943.
Suddenly, my memory spits out Bronewski's poem about the redheaded Ryfka, which ran bare in the rubble. I found him in simple school, and I told him so many times, he's got his memory, like a memory from his childhood. I know, I have no right...
Why mix it up? It's not fair to say that in Gaza, it's destruction. Genocide, holocaust are reserved words. I found this at the University of Warsaw erstwhile the prof. of the talker closed my mouth, threatening to break the gathering erstwhile I mentioned the scale of the demolition in Gaza. On my first Facebook posts, and all I did was spread pictures I couldn't believe erstwhile I first asked if it was possible, I found out I was an anti-Semitic. Ban.
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It was inactive at the beginning erstwhile Israel began bombing flat blocks from the air. On the Facebook wall of 1 of my fellow journalists, who enthusiastically cheered for the Cahalu Air Force, who was hunting Hamas terrorists, I wrote that it was as if in pursuit of a murderer (our police were looking for a kid killer in Tri-City) to environment Gdynia and bomb her. The next run, erstwhile he announced that Egypt and the arabian states should take all Palestinians. Only after another entry, erstwhile he, advocate for the ruthless demolition of Hamas and his followers, abruptly moved distant from the Mazovia hut from hustle to Tuscany. Warming posts for the fight against arabies disappeared, and picturesque Italian tenement houses appeared, which he proposed for sale. erstwhile he showed idyllic sky down the alley, with a cloud on the horizon, I asked maliciously if this smoke was from over Gaza. That was besides much. With 1 click of my mouse, I fell out of his ellipse of friends.
Similarly, a fewer others. In general, for asking if they saw what was happening in Gaza, giving fresh examples. They replied that these scenes were false, directed, posed... Unbelievable sources, propaganda, etc.
For the first time, about horror, I began to wonder who was Jewish. Exactly. erstwhile I come to my head to realize these attitudes, this unusual solidarity with Israel's criminal policy, I feel that something is increasing inside me that I am ashamed of: the question, ‘Is he?...’. I know, it's truly anti-Semitism.
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What do I know about Jews? I'm inactive collecting bits of knowledge, and I inactive know it's just crumbs.
The first 4th of a century I survived in the Polish People's Republic in the belief that Jews were no longer there. What was my surprise erstwhile I saw the Jews alive... It was in the 1980s at the Paris airport of Orly, erstwhile men in hats and huts, beards, weddings and, above all, alive fell from the El Al line!
Then I saw the movie “Shoah” at the Pompidou Centre and understood why Jews are not in Poland. True, I will later learn that Claude Lanzmann did not say everything: he did not talk about those who someway survived. Neither of those who helped the Jews and ended up just as they did. Then only 1 thing struck me: that Poles are guilty. Later I will read “The Painted Bird”.
I got frightened and embarrassed by my ignorance and my collective memory. I started exploring.
At first, around you. It turned out that the Paris Solidarity Committee, to which I joined immediately after 13 December ’81, rapidly divided up into “the Real Poles Committee” and “the judaic Committee”. As a sign of protest, I stayed in the latter. These fewer years were for me the top lesson of patriotism and Polishness, in the best emigration company: among political activists and artists, emigration aristocrats, creators of “Culture” Giedroyć and Polish priests. And of course Jews. The chief paper we made for the French from the Polish underground press was Sewek Blumsztajn. The first article (talking to priest Popieluszko) was written to "Contact" by Bronk Wildstein. At the doors of Culture in Maison-Laffitte, and later at all political events we passed each other, with their tape recorder, with Andrzej Mietkowski. All 3 later will be my best bosses in the Polish media after the fall of the commune. I attended lectures by Alexander Smolar and Jurek Mink (he will bring us the first microphones from RFI for Radio Zet, which we will do with Andrzej Woyciechowski and Janusz Weiss). To Nelka Norton, thrown out of Poland after 68, there were skis in the Italian Alps (the “Solidarity” branch led in Turin). Karol Stein helped me in the basement “aptece”, where under the orders of Alina Margolis-Edelman I prepared convoys with medicines to Poland. (Then I didn't know it was from the ghetto on Mark Edelman's back, and the mined field was barefooted to survey the ground better. I know she would be on the Palestinian side today).
She's the 1 I brought to my newborn boy to brag about, due to the fact that my mom was so damn far distant in Warsaw. erstwhile I returned to Poland, I returned it to a judaic kindergarten.
I was happy to discover judaic Poland. I “demasked” the life stories of geniuses and poets, opened my eyes to the household complexities of my friends, who frequently discovered them themselves just now. individual finds out that the full mother's household is in Israel, individual starts writing only about it, individual takes the judaic name of grandfather... And the most crucial thing is that you talk about it usually without lowering your voice and checking if they're their own. I wanted to be my own, or alternatively they would never feel uncomfortable again.
I became more aware of all these plots: ‘Jewishkomuna’, ‘Jews rule’, ‘coach newspaper’... I pointed, I embarrassed, I scolded. It was my private school of shame, of remorse, even for individual else's guilt.
I felt like they were better. We inactive envy them. I envy: scientists, filmmakers and poets, education and solidarity. In this admiration and jealousy I dreamt to be Jewish. I started looking.
I've been looking... but not for my identity or my roots, due to the fact that I don't believe in the fairy tales of origin. I think you're who you are, who you want to be, what you do, not a bunch of names, genes and property. More like a tongue, a song that bounced from the walls of your hut, a manor house, or a forest wall. All right, you can carry any longing inside, due to the fact that she's in the message or the things that follow your family. You may have a memory of famine and scarcity from Siberia: then you make up for it by wrestling or collecting – all these jars with products, as well as screws, boxes and strings that may be useful.... And you can wear the fear of bombs, although it's more of a school of tricks in my home than to give up. My grandma gave me a lesson from the Warsaw Uprising: during the bombing, hop in a bomb funnel, due to the fact that most likely the second time in the same place will not fall. And know the passages between the yards. And Mom...
My parent gave birth to me in a wooden home in Świdra, where Jews from Warsaw were coming from Warsaw before the war. After the war there were no Jews, no Warsaw, and their homes were occupied by those who managed to come out of the ruins. Like my grandma who lost her house, her cheek and her husband in the uprising. But he wasn't my grandfather.
Only a long time later, besides late, my mom was trying to solve her father's mystery.
Mom didn't know him. In the documents, she wrote “n.n.” in the section “father’s name”. She couldn't forgive her parent for having an illegitimate baby. She remembered how she hid it in the closet erstwhile the “theres” came to buy it back. They had an elegant store in Marszałkowska, erstwhile they even took her there to buy her a pallet. It was a rich judaic household that was ready to take the baby, but she did not want her mother, an emancipated tailor – a "singier" who with a suitcase sewing device made by vocalist went to the customer's homes.
The second time my grandma hid my future parent from the Germans due to the fact that the girl had a “bad look”. After a dark blue policeman from a crowd at the train station excavated her curly hippo, her parent bought her out of the Gestapo for a moonshine, then drove her out to the country and rapidly spent her as a guerrilla.
In the village somewhere between Minsk and Karchev lived under the same roof with a pregnant judaic female who 1 day had a dead child. My uncle poured nails out of a box and made a coffin out of it, and that female no longer wanted to stay in the hut and went to the ground level where the remainder of the Jews from this village were hiding. It's not known if they survived.
I managed to put together this communicative from the shreds of Mom's memories and the discreet rumors of aunts. This word for "h" was usually spoken more quietly. Many years later, I bought an flat in a alleged judaic building. 50 years after the war, there were inactive traces of bullets on it. I found large bones planting something in the backyard.
Sometimes I wander my mother's head around Warsaw. And the 1 she might be in if she went to her father's.
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I was looking for the memory of this land, or alternatively houses that inactive stand in cities and towns across east Poland. I learned to differentiate around the markets these ground-floor, at most one-story cottages without a sub-wall, with one, 2 steps from the front that led to the store, and this 1 in turn passed into the apartment, no substance how painted. Hanna Krall told me she recognized them flawlessly, too. Her books became my simple and catechism.
Running around Poland with a camera, almost inadvertently, I pulled stories from people. Lots of stories. And the overgrown cemeteries. I was doing my homework.
Kazimierz, Tomaszów, Iłża, Szczebrzeszyn, Frampol, Lubartów, Międzyrzec, Goniądz, Tykocin, Jedwabne... I went to Silky's. But I did not join the march of the Warsaw officials and colleagues from Wyborcza, who marched the main street together with president Kwasniewski, behind barriers placed by the police. I was on this side of the barrier with the locals. And I stayed with them after the officials left. They kept quiet. I discovered a “neighbors” syndrome.
One of my first “Jewish” reports I wrote from the March of the Living, precisely walking next door. I noted the statements of the Warsaw residents and Oświęcim – reluctant, malicious, clearly anti-Semitic. The election paper didn't let go.
Today I realize this annoyance of Polish stares better, due to the fact that I feel bad about entering the Polin museum in Warsaw erstwhile I gotta submit to control on the goal. It's like I'm walking into a better, safer world, leaving any evil on my side. Carousel.
Once in Krakow in an antiquarian close judaic Square I saw among Judaic Medals of Righteous Among the Nations. I went by the name of the owner. The retired teacher assured that she was not the 1 who put him up for sale. Her medal died somewhere, although she was the 1 who picked him up in Israel on behalf of her parents. arrogant of parents who kept a judaic household from Germany, but restrained. Finally, she asked me not to print this text due to the fact that nobody in town knows about this story. And they better not know.
After the March of the surviving I went to Oświęcim, Płaszów and Kraków Kazimierz. I spoke to young people who looked at Poland present as a surviving phase of Schindler's Letters, and Spielberg's movie was remembered. Under the escort of armed civilians they walked sad, wrapped in white flags with a blue star, and then partyed in hotels, themselves, distant from Polish youth, and their escort kept them from coming close the Poles. Or were they scared? Yeah, us, the natives were scared. On the another hand, the old Israeli tours preferred to sing old Polish songs alongside vodka and herring, and they spoke Polish without accent.
Ambassador Shewach Weiss, erstwhile he gave me a visa to Israel, encouraged me to necessarily go to Jaffa to meet Jews from Poland who, tired of heat, in seaside cafes dream of retiring to Poland. I talked to them many hours later, and everyone was an unwritten book. But I did not go there, my subject was the Israeli-Arab conflict, not the Polish-Jewish sentiments.
To “our” I was much closer. In the kibbutz of Nir Oz, just off the border with the Gaza Strip, I spent the night at Alex Danzig, who is sitting somewhere hidden in the underground today, a hostage in the hands of Hamas. If he's alive.
Many times in Israel I utilized Polish language, and even more Russian. I spoke Russian to young people, frequently with soldiers. Even went to the disco with rifles. I wonder how many of them die present in defence of their fresh homeland. They fled to a warm country from the Soviets, most late from the war in Ukraine, and now chained up in helmets and bulletproof vests, locked in tanks by hatch cracks look terrified at the concrete desert of the bombed city and shoot at everything that moves. Do they even realize Hebrew commands? Are they very different from the Palestinian kids Hamas took as live shields? Only those Palestinians don't have rifles and Kevlar vests. Uh, it was better to stay in Odessa...
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My first journey to Gaza is simply a study entitled "Live Bombs" – a search for suicide bombers. The Palestinians showed me an underdeveloped boy in prison who themselves prevented the assassination – specified a message for export that there is no admission to terror. It was shortly after the Oslo agreements: there was to be peace – the end of the intifada and the beginning of the Palestinian state. But in the slums of the exile camp in Gaza, I met a female who did not play diplomacy. She grabbed her baby and waved him in front of the camera, shouting, “This boy will 1 day go to Israel to kill himself and a twelve Jews!” “Wild” – I thought then. But present I wonder, what fine Polish women from the Warsaw Uprising would be if they survived not five, only fifty-five years under occupation? What methods would noble activists of the Polish underground have after half a century under occupation? due to the fact that the full Gaza Strip is simply a camp for the Jews' occupied territories in 1948. This time of disaster – for the Arabs Nakba – Israelis call the war of independence.
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I was in Gush Katif, a judaic settlement in the Gaza Strip, where all authoritative had a helmet under his desk and a weapon behind his belt. Where children from school to the parking lot, to the armored bus, ran a slant along the wall to defend them from Palestinian missiles. And above the full modern village was a giant concrete building – a synagogue in the form of a star of David – so that they could see. To the settlement in the desert there was a peculiar road only for Jews, the taxi driver drove around his neck, looking around the sky, whether there was anything going on, and next to the dust the Arabs carried potatoes on horsebacks – they had no access to the “our” road. They could only clean up the hotel hotel on the Israeli side or sometimes fire homemade bombs into the tended vicinity of their guards.
In 2005 Israel ordered its settlers to leave the Gush Katif settlement in the mediate of the Gaza Strip to someway end this unbearable situation. They protested: they attached themselves to the fence, the military threw them out by force, and houses and valuable greenhouses demolished. What's left, he demolished Hamas.
But if 8 and a half 1000 settlers were removed from there then, half a million Jews settled in the West Bank, besides theoretically separated for the Arabs.
The West Bank reports clashes all day. 300 Palestinians have died since October 7. And in theory, there's no officially war or Hamas. They most frequently die at the hands of armed Israeli civilians who attack arabian peasants and tell them to get out. The Occupied Israeli Army does not respond. Palestinian kids throw rocks at soldiers and if the bullet doesn't hit them, they end up in Israeli prison. Hence, among the prisoners released in exchange for part of the hostages that Hamas kidnapped on October 7, there are just children.
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Israeli star sings songs about returning to Gush Katif.
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I utilized to drive a car with a female erstwhile in the mediate of a crowded city, it was most likely Tel Aviv, there was an ambulance howling on the signal. I look around with concern as to how to give in to her, erstwhile you say, without taking your ft off the gas: “Relax, he is barely dead, and we are alive.” The noise. Here death lies around all corner, on all bus, in all backpack – I explained to myself. "On average, we have twenty-two attacks a day in the country," an army spokesperson told me. That was 20 years ago. erstwhile I was looking for the site of the attack at the bazaar in Jerusalem, merchants laughed and asked, “Which bombing?” due to the fact that there the bombings were everyday. Admirable cold blood, patriotism, desperation? I don't understand, and yet... I saw Jews saved from Auschwitz in Israel at all turn.
But years later, a amazing thought comes to mind: the victim, put to dense trials, does not become a good man.
The nation, persecuted for centuries, in Israel is yet a victorious nation. The cure for the Holocaust became a country of strong people. Superhumans. Animals. due to the fact that that's what they say about their opponents now. Hamas or all Palestinians? Now, after the massacre, erstwhile Hamas killed a 1000 and 2 100 people on 1 October day, there is simply a fresh trauma and a fresh desire for revenge in Israel. An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth. Only 30:1.
And again, I catch myself reasoning unwanted thoughts, and the ear of the information sound abruptly chooses circumstantial information. Like this announcement in the first days of this war that Israel is earnestly seeking specialists to extract sperm from the bodies of killed soldiers. Urgently, due to the fact that male semen lives 24 hours. They didn't compose why.
Usually, surviving soldiers draw blood from a blood bank. In the 1980s, it came to light that blood was specially marked from Jews who had come to Israel from Ethiopia to be secretly poured out. seemingly not clean enough.
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After 2 months of fighting, the propaganda of the Israeli army showed its prisoners: men nearly naked, blindfolded on their knees over the excavation. Information: Arrested in search of Hamas terrorists. So I'm guessing they're off the hook. There's a video of a camera installed on an Israeli soldier's helmet: a manhunt. He's hunting a dog. He gets the hideouts, pulls the body. Scream.
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These messages and photos from Gaza are not on the portal of Polish Jews, which I regularly review. In judaic life, there is simply a photograph gallery of Israel's victims of Hamas, sleighs or prayers. And the curses on the perpetrators: “Let their hell consume them. All’. I mean, all Palestinians.
There is simply a historical map of these lands, proving that there was never a Palestinian state. Ironic comments.
Israelis and Polish Jews on the net laughter at another UN resolution condemning Israel.
Short-lived truce, exchange of hostage parts – touching household meetings. Only Israelis, of course. There are no photos of the released underage Palestinians, no boy with both hands in plaster, broken in Israeli prison. What do we know about Palestinian children in Israeli prisons?
There are pictures of the hostages kidnapped by Hamas – those already released and those they wait for. Despaired loved ones go to the streets of Israel, demanding that the government save them. individual is inactive directing kitschy Hollywood performances: these are empty tables, set for those who are absent with their photos, and these are bears or balloons flying into the sky. They insist that the army, which is attacking in retaliation, someway bypass their children. But they don't scream to halt her bombing.
In fresh days Israeli soldiers have shot 3 of their own: hostages who have pulled out of captivity from Islamists and with a white flag, without shirts, so that it can be seen that they are not covering the belt of the shahid, ran out against the attacking Israelis. They played a series, 2 killed at the scene, 3 wounded, inactive screaming in Hebrew, but they killed him like a dog. A defenseless, with his hands up, with a white flag. Polish judaic Life is silent about this, although the full planet is already roaring. And then a letter came out from the parent of 1 of the killed, who has no grudge against the soldiers, that they killed her boy due to the fact that she's grateful they murdered Palestinians. The text rapidly disappeared from the wall of judaic Life.
On the portal judaic Life, however, shows bravado actions of the army: as in any weapon shooters Cahalu soldiers rush with rifles, shooting to the right and left, they pull a naked, bloody man out of the home (it's most likely the only Hamasov they've shown in the first 2 months), they drag tanks and bulldozers through the desert – I don't know if it was the city? They plug triumphantly white flags with a blue star on the mountains of something. Here come the vigilantes. Conquerors. They photographed themselves in the hall of Hamas parliament, under the mat, among brand-new chairs, and then showed how this parliament blows up. They bomb hospitals due to the fact that their underground is expected to be Hamas bases. Indeed, after an air strike, they go into tunnels, sometimes hit any equipment, individual weapons. The enemy can't be seen, the fighting can't be seen. They're coming from the air and artillery. What about the mass deaths of civilians? It's hard if they service as surviving shields...
Yeah, the bandit Hamas utilized his as a surviving shield. Yes, your children and mothers. Against all the rules of war. But what kind of army shoots a live shield?
Correspondent Sky News has caught escapees moving under the barrels of rifles, and a soldier has a man at gunpoint who pulls a chair along a rocky road with a large, disabled woman. She leaves her for a while, comes back for the bags, and she drags her parent or wife again. The computer loops and repeats this scene forever.
Israel's army has scattered leaflets over the cities and exile camps – refugees for 3 generations. The flyers have ordered them to decision south from northern Gaza. But now they're bombing. The hunger has begun.
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I have loved ones in Israel. They fled Moscow erstwhile the war on Ukraine began. Israel is the only country to receive Russian Jews with open arms, giving them a wikt and a beating. erstwhile October 7th IT started, I called to say that they could be coming under my roof anytime. A week later, erstwhile the first pictures of injured Palestinian children arrived, I called again to ask if they saw it too. A couple of hoodlums and a ban.
I was banned from judaic life too. They (actually she, the author of the portal I have known for years) regular show fresh pictures from Gaza, taken by Israeli soldiers. Triumphant cheers and applause erstwhile they blow something up again. Bulldozers leveling everything in their path. Far away, no face. But 1 day, they posted a video of soldiers who feed puppies and donkeys in any farm, pet and hug. I couldn't stand it, I asked, “Where are the owners of these sweets?” My comment on judaic Life disappeared with me.
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I was expected to go to the "Stetl Falenica" party, but I didn't want to.
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Polish tv channels are very economical, so I watch France 24. I watch a lot, besides much. Here, too, after Hamas entered the kibbutzes and the performance grounds for Israeli youth, they talked mainly about the savage slaughter of Israeli civilians, but in a fewer days this program became a direct broadcast from Gaza's extermination. Of course, with messages from the Israeli authorities, with comments from politicians from the planet – Americans immediately sent iron military support (USS pilot Gerald R. Ford and 155 mm caliber ammunition from U.S. forces warehouses in Israel, from which resources have been utilized to save Ukraine so far), and the Polish president offered humanitarian aid to Israel (Palestine did not propose). With the expanding number of Palestinians killed, however, questions about proportions began to multiply – how many can you? erstwhile UN chief Guterres first criticized Israel's actions, Israel demanded his resignation. The Israelis do nothing to themselves with subsequent votes and resolutions of the Organization. all resolution criticizing Israel is torpedoed by the United States. Poland diplomaticly abstains from voting.
Because in the judaic subject Poland has been walking around like eggs for years, for fear of being reassigned... We have an anti-Semite complex, like Germany. but the Germans got it all out, stood up to a bar, paid the damages. And we – winners and victims – inactive have something behind our claws. These milk bottles, all of a abrupt dug up like Grynberg's story. And the unearthed ones. So many books not written yet... I guess you can never erase from the memory of that harm: inequality toward misery. erstwhile 1 neighbour burns and another survives, how much is his fault?
In public space, this question is rapidly purging into any numbers: a national dispute about whether Poles killed more Germans or Jews abruptly breaks out. And international, no longer about symbols, specified as celebrated “Polish camps”, for which the government of the Law and Justice wanted to punish with prison (he withdrew under pressure), but about dense money. erstwhile the Pisan government tried to close the question of judaic property undecided, an global brawl ensued with Uncle Sam. The government bent again, but the anti-Semite patch went down.
I then asked my friend from France – he was my mentor, matchmaker and drinking companion – what to think. He said to me, "Get the fuck out." And that was his last letter.
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"For the last 2 months we have seen an increase in anti-Semitism in many countries, including Poland," said the Israeli ambassador to Poland, Jakow Liwne. He was among those whose eccentric MP welcomed the fire extinguisher erstwhile they lit a Khanuk candle in the Polish parliament. Grzegorz Braun shot a bullet in the barrier with his performance: his attack on the spiritual symbol and mythology of Judaism – textbook anti-Semitism – awakened the demons. All politicians, even those who erstwhile criticized the cross in the Sejm or Israel's force to regulate property claims, denied it. He'll stand trial for it, but a youth hit about his stunt has already had 2 million views online. The Palestinian case didn't help.
"We saw signs of anti-Semitism on the streets of many cities," the ambassador pulled. – People walked with slogans that fundamentally called for killing Jews just due to the fact that they were Jews.”
The ambassador is wrong. On the streets of Warsaw all Saturday there are demonstrations in defence of Palestine. On 1 student, from abroad, she appeared with a poster, showing the symbol of Israel in a garbage can, for which the authorities of the highest level in Poland were highly caying. erstwhile the slogan “Free Palestine” appeared on the next one, the Israeli ambassador demanded a ban on demonstrations. In fact, in the following week the president of Warsaw prohibited the demonstrators from moving to the Israeli embassy, but the court overturned his decision, so again respective twelve people marched with the flags of Palestine, with photos of bloody children, chanting "From the River to the sea Palestine will be free".
They go, I go with them to the office of the government, under the Sejm, under the American and Israeli embassies, under the Palace of Culture, under the representation of the European Commission... Actually, the same people, most foreigners in arafats. There are more police than demonstrators, and little demonstrators all week. It's winter.
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It's December. The clamps are tightening. 2 and a half million people pushed under a closed border, locked in Gaza on an area equal to Krakow. They've already lost their roof. 16,000 – life. 2 thirds of them are children. They live in tents, drink salt water, scope out their hands for food. Front of the sea, back of the desert, up from the bomb. In front of us, there is destruction.
Journalists inactive don't let in. They're local, they're broadcasting. Journalists are being hunted. The last time an Israeli tank hit two, their drone with a camera was expected to interfere with the operation of military drones. In mid-November, 48 journalists were calculated to have died there.
January is over. The number of colleagues killed doubled. 90 percent of the population lost their homes. The Ministry of wellness of Gaza reports that 25 000 105 people were killed during the bombings in 1 100 days of the operation, most of them children and women. On the side of Cahal – 200 soldiers.
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Cahal bulldozers dig up graves in Gaza, pulls out corpses, searches for bodies of hostages.
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February. On the Egyptian border, Israeli women block transports with humanitarian aid to Gaza. A fewer trucks, which manage to enter the blocked Zone, begin to attack hungry people and gangs.
The French are dropping food rations from the plane. any of the transport falls into the sea. People are throwing themselves at each other. The hungry boys who come out of the sea with single packs taken out. Civilians with bars are trying to drive them away.
At the Israeli embassy in Washington, D.C., an American soldier was set on fire, an airman in active service. U.S. Secretary of State Mike Pompeo visits Israel, dances in a ellipse with Cahalu soldiers.
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South Africa brought a case against Israel before the global Court of Justice, accusing him of committing genocide in the Gaza Strip.
The government in Tel Aviv insists that the operation will not halt until it has the last Hamas. 1 minister proposes to take all Palestinians to the Congo, another threatening with an atomic bomb.
Western politicians are increasingly raising the request to make 2 countries in this territory. Israel doesn't want to hear about it.
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I wonder if it was worth ripping out these pieces of land from the Arabs, surrounded in 1 night with barbed wire, and fired at the Kibbutz defender tower that Moi Ver photographed? Yes, I ask a question of the law and meaning of the Israeli state in those lands. That besides means anti-Semitism, according to some.
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Today I know that there are Jews in Poland. We know each another from work, funerals and social events. They're in the media, in politics and in culture. Their voice is important.
Where are those who taught us indifference: they felt that behind the wall of the carousel, behind the exile fence, behind Ukraine...?
Where's Agnieszka Holland? Where's Adam Michnik? Sewek Blumsztajn, Ania Bikont, Kostek Gebert – my colleagues from the Wyborcza paper and judaic kindergarten... Autorites, elites, voice of conscience?
Your voice is important. present I anticipate this vote on the ruthlessness of the Israeli state towards the Palestinians. There are demonstrations, crowds on the streets, Banksy, Andrea Bocelli, Greta Thunberg, and you? Where are the righteous today?
It's your abrupt silence, this silence that bothers me and worries me – why did you abruptly put water on your mouth? If anything, it's half-mouthed and in a speech of damnation: that simmerism, Hamas propaganda, anti-Semitism...
Now I abruptly read that 1 of my judaic friends is afraid to go out on the street. Really? Is the Warsawians scared? So he's afraid of me. Yeah, due to the fact that after October 7, it turned out I was an anti-Semitic.
Jacek Kuron taught: be on the side of the beaten, not those who beat. That's why I'm on the Palestinian side today. I put movies and pictures from Gaza on the FB. Sometimes individual buys a cane, nobody comments.
Maria Wiernikowska
(source: FB Maria Wiernikowska)
