a couple of weeks ago I went to Stuttgart for a few days agradabilísimos, in the snow and Polish memories. Everything, even the smallest of the flowers that decorated the hotel room, I returned to that tiny little town called Lodz, the Jews settled in the ghetto just before the Second World War, and years later, the communists built huge blocks Concrete homes almost as a shared.
When I lived in Poland did not blog, do not release my experiences in a sort of window to the world, but I can say without a hint of trembling hands that year marked a before and after in my life. I do not know why and I do know. The streets almost imperial, almost Russian, coats fur lined hats, ski gloves, and cold ... That you goes deep cold that enters your bones, it has a smell so strong, that even as soon as you sense it hurts. That smell of snow, cold, old sufferings, other lives, a lot of death ...
I lived in Poland a year, and I learned many things in life. I learned to look with new eyes, to share my life, to take care of myself. I learned to ride as I like to enjoy a good sauvignon blanc of Israel and a Chilean cabernet. I learned that nothing is forever, but sometimes it seems that is unbreakable.
A few days ago I went to Stuttgart. It was my birthday present for my friend Amy: Leave both the André Rieu concert on 26 February was in a small town in Germany. And there we were again lined trifles which onions, covered up the hairs with several ex-Polish beads, and started to walk through the beautiful streets of Germany today.
And then I felt sorry. Since this happened to me when I was in Berlin a couple of years ... Why the Germans have spectacular avenues, an enviable level of purchasing power for the rest of Europe, a totally rebuilt, new ... nice? Instead go to Poland, the country from defeat the cradle of Auschwitz, the long faces, sounds sad, dreary afternoon, and not a single corner, a corner or a shadow not reflect the transition from war to his heart.
And now I've seen once again to the enemy, I feel very solidly with the Polish people, "with its capitalist hotels, museums and trams, and I can not help but think that there is also war present. You feel guilt, shame, despair, and the depth of the thoughts of the old ladies who sit at tea in huddle. Lost and now may not seem like it. The parents of these ladies are dedicated to killing Jews. Or even that they themselves had to flee the Nazis. In any event, no matter how pretty or developed that appears there. The war there was a reality, and however much they fail to talk about it, I will feel even more miserable than any of the former eastern countries. And here is where I realize, really, that money can not buy happiness. Or give, or purchase.
Ana and I in Lodz (Poland) in 2007
our birthday
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