poniedziałek, 27 czerwca 2016


I hadn't been back to Warsaw for at least 8 years. Many things has changed; my favourite clubbing place, near the Vistula river, no longer exists. They've built a station there, for Warsaw's second metro line. 

I spent the whole day walking around downtown, but also went to the Praga district, on the right bank of the river. I had an interesting job interview there, but I don't think it's the right job for me. Tomorrow I have another interview in another part of the city. 

I was surprised by one meeting and I am not sure if it was a pure accident. There are 1.7 million inhabitants in Warsaw, and I bumped into my ex-girlfriend. We hadn't seen each other for maybe 10 years and, well, some people had told me she'd been killed in Amsterdam. 

Some even said that I was the one who murdered her, by hitting her on the head with a bottle. She disappeared from the internet years ago, and I though it must be true that she was dead. Now when I meet her I feel clean. Nobody can say that I murdered anyone. What bullshit...

niedziela, 26 czerwca 2016

My Yiddishe Papa

And there is hope in thine end, saith the LORD,  
that thy children shall come again to their own border. 
Jeremiah 31:37

I've just returned from visiting my father. I hadn't seen him since I was a kid. He has changed a lot, both physically and mentally.

During my journey to the place where he now lives, I was thinking how it would go. I was wondering if he would recognize me at all. He did. After a little pause, he whispered my name - a touch uncertainly.

But that was the only contact I was able to have with him. He is completely destroyed, not only physically. He is living in his own world. Spiritually still in communist Poland.

Going back home, I was still thinking how it could be that they subjected a Jew to electroshock and the most powerful drugs they had available. It could only happen under a communist regime. They hated us so much...