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  • Just landed in Poland and I already picture myself coming back here again or even living. It’s a beautiful town, greenery everywhere and people happy and homey. Yet going through the streets of this wonderful, vegetative and supple place there is still a distant presence of dark memories. Beyond the façade of this beautiful place lies something darker, something that lurks between the cracks of buildings and streets, something that haunts the people and the places. This place, this very happy and peaceful place is still hiding a terrible secret. The memory of the Holocaust seems so very far away, yet there still seems to be a pressured effort to hide the truth of the terror. It's as if things haven't changed since the past, people still seem like they're turning their faces away from the dark past. I don't expect a memorial every corner but there's something so very forced here. During the train ride, the countryside of polish towns were ingrained in my memory, and in effect it has changed the way I see this place now. Even the old town is not so very old. There is a complete rejuvenation of a certain area, of a certain history of geography and with it the memory that used to lie upon it. It reminded me of the Himmler House and the first concentration camp we've visited. I was amazed at how very beautiful the landscape was, the beautiful gardens and trees, the cool spring wind. Yet, there is such a history of guilt, of indifference that has been hindered by another force. This force has stopped memory from growing into awareness. The people of Poland seemed to have been able to rejuvenate the town for further tourism and study, yet it seems very apparent that memory is stuck between the roots of the trees that were witnesses to past tragedies and the concrete of this very new place that is allowing the memory to fade. Tomorrow is the first tour of old town; I'm looking forward to seeing the difference of this part of history or even the absence of history in this place. Since Internet is free and wonderfully fast, my blogs will be updated everyday from now on.
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