Six Jews Share Their Impressions of Oswiecim
From over here we think that over there
it is still nineteen forty five. But no— for the people who live there it is just their town which goes now by its Polish name. A beautiful building in the centre of the civic square has been turned into a grocery shop.
Since the end of communism they get
a lot of Jewish tourists. One old man showed us a Jewish cemetery. There was nothing except a grassy slope with a stream nearby. And some trees. Maybe they were cherry trees? The old man would talk to the guide and she would translate a quarter of what he said. We put coins in his hand and wondered whose house he lived in.
One cemetery was unusual.
Around the outside was a concrete wall, broken in two by a jagged crack. In the middle of the crack there was space. From inside the wall you could see their wintery Polish sky. We weren’t sure whether this crack in the wall was a sculpture or just neglect and if it was a sculpture, what it meant. As a group we are still divided.
Another day, we were walking in the
town square with our guide when she turned to us and said, We miss our Jews. We didn’t know what to make of this either.
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