Showing posts with label Poland. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Poland. Show all posts

Friday, 25 June 2010

Balkan Food Market


We've just returned from our travels through The Baltic Countries beginning with Sweden, moving on to Finland, then Russia, Latvia, Lithuania, Estonia, Poland, Germany and finishing in Denmark. All this achieved cruising on The Clipper Adventurer, a small cruise ship with just over one hundred passengers, a wonderful crew, delicious food and The Baltic Sea and The Gulf of Finland as calm as a duck pond all of the way. I ate fresh fish every day and above is a small example of the foods sold in a local food market - but I can't remember which country we were in when I took the photos!

Most of the time I was caught up emotionally with the people in Latvia, Lithuania and Estonia as the local guides proudly showed us their towns and cities and talked gently of The Troubled Times leading up to 1991 and their eventual freedom. Freedom from the Nazis to the left of them and the Russians to the right of them. Centuries of occupation, invasion and they are at last free. I kept imagining if this had been us here in the UK and simply how lucky we all are as no matter how we feel about our governments we have no idea how it was for the people of these countries. They are rebuilding their beautiful cities and they welcome visitors like us with great charm and speak our language perfectly.

We were in Finland and a pompous Git in our very privileged group asked the Finnish guide if they 'had a lot of trouble from the Eastern Europeans coming into their country and taking their jobs' I held my breath waiting for her reply and she answered

'We have many Estonians coming here to work and they are excellent carpenters so when they arrive they start up their own carpentry businesses and are a great asset to us and our economy'

That shut him up.
Posted by Picasa

Monday, 26 October 2009

Last Waltz in Warsaw


Bright flame against dark bleak boots
Rests a high-heeled red wedge shoe
Dense crowd files past in silence as red shoe comes into view    

Blood red shoe belonged to
a young girl; who was she?
Scarlet shoe, evocative of youth, vitality
                                                                                                        
Was the wearer dancing
on the eve before the train?
Realise as she saw steel gates she'd never dance again?

Did she think it was a shower to cleanse
For personal ablution
Know Hitler's evil Nazis sought the - 'Final Solution?'

Red wedge shoe amongst dull black ones
Grabs fraught crowd's imagination
Staring through plate glass at lost, murdered generation

Survivors helped by loved ones
Survey grim gruesome scene
Memories, never gone, sweet lives that might have been

Sad, silent crowds, eyes brimming
Leave wood huts that house decay
The sun is out, but it feels cold, no words for them to say

They gassed them over there, guide tells
Fire burned all evidence
Arriving every day by train, imprisoned by wired fence

Couldn't burn them fast enough
Cruel SS dug deep pits
Mass inhumane cremation - no choices - just submit

I own some high heeled red wedge shoes
I wear them when I dance
Young owner of these red wedge shoes never had the chance

 To grow old; be free; born just like me
In a democratic nation
Imprisoned, murdered, victims of vile mass extermination

Day trippers board their tour bus
Goodbye Camp Birkenau
Silent, stunned, shocked - as one ask, 'Could this happen now?'





Posted by Picasa