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Vienna and Krakow, Part 9.

Friday, April 20th, 2018

Alright, let’s do this. Better we just get it over with. Head’s up: It’s going to get pretty dark so if you’re not into that maybe skip this one.

Auschwitz is the German name for the Polish town of Oswiecim. Here is some info from the Wikipedia page:

Auschwitz I was first constructed to hold Polish political prisoners, who began to arrive in May 1940. The first extermination of prisoners took place in September 1941. Auschwitz II–Birkenau went on to become a major site of the Nazis’ Final Solution to the Jewish Question during the Holocaust. From early 1942 until late 1944, transport trains delivered Jews to the camp’s gas chambers from all over German-occupied Europe, where they were killed en masse with the cyanide-based poison Zyklon B, originally developed to be used as a pesticide. An estimated 1.3 million people were sent to the camp, of whom at least 1.1 million died. Around 90 percent of those were Jews; approximately one in six Jews killed in the Holocaust died at the camp. Others deported to Auschwitz included 150,000 Poles, 23,000 Romani and Sinti, 15,000 Soviet prisoners of war, 400 Jehovah’s Witnesses, and tens of thousands of others of diverse nationalities, including an unknown number of homosexuals. Many of those not killed in the gas chambers died of starvation, forced labor, infectious diseases, individual executions, and medical experiments.

Just to give you an idea of how many people were killed, there was one point in the war where 5,000 people arrived at Auschwitz every day for years. When the Soviets came in there was a total of 7,000 people there, many of whom died after being liberated. The purging was extremely thorough.

We arrived at the main camp called Auschwitz (the secondary camp is either called Auschwitz II or Birkenau). I think it used to be a Boy Scout summer camp with rows of brick buildings. I saw the sign and I thought I was going to freak out but I didn’t. Surprisingly to me, I thought I was going to freak out at several moments and I didn’t. I was just sad.

 

All these buildings are now displays of exhibitions. Each building has a theme. We only walked through about two of them. They had piles of the things left behind, like 800,000 shoes, or eyeglasses.

Or the opened cans of Zyklon B.

Or human hair. Everyone arriving got shaved and the hair was woven into blankets and socks for the German submarine crews. When Auschwitz was opened there was approximately 7.7 tons of hair.

I decided a while back that even though I really did not want to go to Auschwitz I would because sometimes you need to suck it up and see history but I had one condition: No Mengele. I cannot deal with the idea of medical experiments. As soon as we walked past Mengele’s building I was getting ready to bolt out of earshot but luckily the guide basically said, “This was the building where Mengele worked,” and that was it. You could go in if you wanted to and see the exhibit but I decided I’d like to not have nightmares for forever so I took a hard pass on that.

We walked past the firing squad area. There were all kinds of bouquets and memorials all over different part of the property. It was kind of heartwarming to see, these acknowledgements of the loss and sacrifice.

We also stood where the band played every day to set a marching rhythm for the prisoners coming home from the fields. I found that particularly macabre, being a prisoner, having to play upbeat music while people are struggling and carrying their dead friends (your whole bunk was penalized if everyone wasn’t there for roll call, meaning you had to hold up the dead on your shoulders until everyone’s name was called).

I was surprised to see the lack of gas chambers and crematoriums, but that was to come in Birkenau. We took the short drive over to the second camp where I got to walk through the Gate of Death.

That’s where the train cars would come in filled with people. Between the tracks they were separated into two groups – ones that were fit to do forced labor and not fit. Interestingly, the opening scene from the first X-Men movie does an excellent job of showing what that was probably like. 95% were found not fit and sent to the gas chambers immediately. (The fit ones would be worked to death, a process taking on average about three months, after which they would succumb to starvation, alimentary dystrophy, gangrene, necrosis, internal hemorrhaging, and typhoid fever.) Zyklon B would come out of the shower heads instead of water which took approximately 20 minutes to kill everyone. Zyklon B contains potassium cyanide which prevents cellular respiration. After everyone was dead they were brought to the crematorium which ran 24/7. They still could not burn the bodies fast enough so some prisoners’ jobs were to grind up the unburnt remains like teeth and bones of strangers as well as potentially their friends and relatives. The ash was then thrown into the fields or dumped into the lakes in the area.

Before the end of the war the Germans didn’t want the world to know what they did so they destroyed most of the gas chambers and crematoriums before they abandoned Birkenau. There are remnants left.

To represent the destroyed gas chambers, a memorial was built in the location of one with phrases written in every language of people who were sent there to die.

If you’re in the area I recommend you take some time and visit. It’s definitely depressing but I think it’s worth the opportunity and Auschwitz is far more sanitized than other camps I have visited (like Mauthausen, which is in far better condition and where I found myself standing in the gas chamber itself.)

Next entry: Back to churches and art and probably churches.

Vienna and Krakow, Part 8.

Sunday, April 15th, 2018

Hey everyone! I apologize, I was doing great there and then I got caught in a vortex of work where I had to, and I am not kidding about this, learn a massive amount of the animation program After Effects in a week. Yeah. That happened. I mean, it’s still happening but if I have to look at another keyframe tonight I will punch an innocent so I’m going to talk about Krakow. Krakow! Home of depressing Jewish history! Let’s get into it. Oskar Schindler from the movie Schindler’s List, remember how he was a good guy? Spielberg lied to us. Here’s the truth: Oskar Schindler was a Nazi which we knew. BUT his factory was a German camp. The workers did 12 hour shifts every day, 7 days a week. In the morning they were given black coffee and a piece of bread, lunch was soup with sausage and dinner was black coffee and with a piece of bread. They lived in barracks behind the factory so Schindler wouldn’t have them getting sick or wasting time walking from a nearby camp every day. It was like this for YEARS. And after the war Oskar fled to Argentina with all the other Nazis. He never did the famous scene where if he sold his watch he could save one more or any of that. He wasn’t a hero, he was just pragmatic. Sick or dead workers can’t work. You may address me as Jessica The Truth-Spewer And Dream-Killer if you’d like from this point on. I’ll understand.

The Schindler factory has been turned into a museum and the major exhibit, which is a collection of the buildup to the war and then the occupation in Poland, is creepily excellent. The reason I say “creepily” is because you walk through it and sound in piped to set the scene which makes it very personal. The Moomins and I felt much more of an impact when we were there than when we were at Auschwitz where everything was scrubbed down and sanitized. I was quite a bit shook up but I took some pictures when I remembered to use my camera.

Oddly worded sign in the entrance of the museum.

I looked up what “cold steel” is and it is, in the Wiki’s words, “an American manufacturer and seller of knives, swords and other edged weapons and tools based in Ventura, California. Special Projects is a division of Cold Steel Inc. that produces a line of tools and weapons such as Spetsnaz-type shovels, sjamboks, and spears. Additionally a line of tomahawks, axes, and hammers is marketed under the name of The American Tomahawk Company.” So I’m guessing they’re saying no weapons of any kind.

The Germans required detailed reports on how everyone was doing in the ghettos so someone made this handy-dandy chart of how many of each age group of people. Aside from the grim subject material, I very much liked the design style.

Ugh, this tiled floor. Tough to walk on. I felt like it was leeching bad vibes into the soles of my feet. It didn’t help this music was playing simultaneously. The whole mood was ominous to the nth degree.

Other elements from the exhibit.

This one made me grin. There’s a British comedy skit referencing this particular uniform that I immediately thought of.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hn1VxaMEjRU

That’s enough staring into the horror of mankind for today. Since the Schindler factory was in the industrial part of town the factory across the street had been turned into a glass-blowing and ceramic space. Please note that the logo was a dragon blowing glass. Never forget the dragon is real! NEVER FORGET.

And because the industrial part of town has many artist’s studios it was not surprising to see the knitted trees.

Aside from the major cathedral in Wawel Castle there are approximately eight thousand other churches in Krakow. I only visited a handful but they were pretty great. My favorite was St. Mary’s Church in the Old Square.

Here’s some knowledge on it:

Built in the 14th century, its foundations date back to the early 13th century and serve as one of the best examples of Polish Gothic architecture. Standing 80 m (262 ft) tall, it is particularly famous for its wooden altarpiece carved by Veit Stoss (Wit Stwosz).

On every hour, a trumpet signal—called the Hejna? mariacki—is played from the top of the taller of Saint Mary’s two towers. The plaintive tune breaks off in mid-stream, to commemorate the famous 13th century trumpeter, who was shot in the throat while sounding the alarm before the Mongol attack on the city. The noon-time hejna? is heard across Poland and abroad broadcast live by the Polish national Radio 1 Station.

I heard and saw the trumpeter when I was there. He was perched near a window in one of towers and when he finished he waved his very shiny trumpet out the window and we all waved back and cheered. It was a very jocular medieval moment. You’ll also note the two towers don’t match. Why? I’ve decided it’s because under no circumstances should there be any symmetry in any Polish architecture ever. Please refer to the Wawel Cathedral for additional proof.

The exterior is lovely, but the inside was redone in the 1800s and completely polychromed and it is IMPRESSIVE. My breath was tooken away.

The only painted portion that bothered me was at the base of the curved arches when they turned into the pillars. That red part looked unfinished and a bit sloppy, like they could have done more with that. I normally wouldn’t be bothered by that but it really stood against all the excellent and detailed artwork all over the everything else.

A cool bit I noticed in several Polish churches was putting an arch at the of… the aspe? The front where the priest conducts services from. I forgot what it’s called. That place. Anyway, before that tube starts they put an arch or a bar with the crucifix on it as like a kind of gate. It’s notable to me because it’s unusual, I don’t see it in other countries’ architectures. I thought is was an interesting touch. It’s like it’s saying, “This church may be dedicated to this saint or that saint, but Jesus comes first. Don’t forget.” Here it is in St. Mary’s Church.

And here it is in another church.

Moomins got very excited about a set of extremely large medieval doors and insisted on me taking a picture of her with them. So please enjoy this photo of The Moomins with a set of extremely large medieval doors.

And I was slightly less excited but still somewhat excited about this icon because it’s the first time I’ve seen an icon done in what I consider the Russian style, with the metal plate over the body. It reminded me how close I was to where my ancestors are from (Latvia, Lithuania, Ukraine). It’s the closest I’ve ever been.

Coming in the next entry: I’m undecided. Should I cover Auschwitz and get it over with like pulling off a bandaid or should I show some of the nicer things and then finish up on that awful note? I guess we’ll find out.

Vienna and Krakow, Part 7.

Tuesday, April 3rd, 2018

You ready for more Krakow? Cuz you’re about to get it.

Krakow is located in a really interesting place. It was once a saltwater sea there. That’s why there’s a huge salt mine nearby, it’s the dried remains of the sea. In addition there were people there 120,000 years ago, and rhinos, and mammoths. We’ll get to that in a minute. Here’s an Wikipedia article on Stone Age Poland:

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Stone-Age_Poland

Back to architecture in Krakow: in the center of the Old Square is the Cloth Hall which was a massive market for centuries. Now the stalls are filled with vendors selling crafts and tourist items and the second floor is a museum of paintings.

 

There are seals and crests painted all over the walls for different areas of Poland. This one was my favorite: a sword with two fish gritting their teeth.

Education for everybody is a relatively new development in Western history so I imagine the reason there are sculptures over the doors of some of the older houses was a sign of who lived there to the illiterate. I saw a ton of them. I got pictures of a rhino and a lobster.

An aspect I adore in the architecture I saw was how when chunks of major buildings needed repair or burnt down no one made any attempt to match the style of the original, they used whatever style was popular that day. That’s how you end up with facilities that l0ok like they were hot-glued together from other mismatched bits. Let’s look at Wawel Castle. It’s kind of noticeable from the outside but wait, it is all made clear when we approach the Cathedral inside.

Just so you know, this is where the dragon lives. And in case you forget, you are reminded everywhere you go within the castle walls. Here’s the 100% true story of the not-made-up Wawel dragon (name: Smok Wawelski).

The Wawel Dragon tale takes place in Kraków during the reign of King Krakus, the city’s legendary founder. Each day the evil dragon would beat a path of destruction across the countryside, killing the civilians, pillaging their homes, and devouring their livestock. In many versions of the story, the dragon especially enjoyed eating young maidens. Great warriors from near and far fought for the prize and failed. The cobbler’s apprentice (named Skuba) accepted the challenge. He stuffed a lamb with sulphur and set it outside the dragon’s cave. The dragon ate it and became so thirsty, it turned to the Vistula River and drank until it burst. The cobbler married the King’s daughter as promised, and founded the city of Kraków.

So dragon drank river and exploded. Fast forward to when they’re digging up the ground to make the castle and the diggers find a bunch of bones. They didn’t research what they are because OF COURSE they’re the dragon bones, right? I mean, duh. Turns out one is a mammoth bone, one is a blue whale rib (remember, there was a saltwater sea there millions of years ago) and one was a rhino skull. The bones are now hanging outside the church’s front door.

Here’s a map of the castle within the walls. Note the icon in the upper right corner. We’ll get back to that.

Like most castles within walls, it’s like a small city in there. There’s residences for the important people and the cathedral and the parliament maybe and I imagine the equivalent of a 7-11, all manner of buildings.

But the best part is the cathedral. I don’t know if you’re ready for the hodge-podge of periods. I certainly wasn’t.

ALL THE STYLES. ALL OF THEM. I loved it. I totally get if other people are bothered by it, but not me. I am firmly on Team Random Edifice. And I especially appreciated all the dragon elements that are incorporated into the structure itself. Like the gutters.

Bonus: The ones in the middle looked like skeksis (skeksii? skeksesses?).

There’s this carving near the door of a dragon.

Now, do you remember my sexy dead guys from Vienna? The skeletons propped up on their side? I saw that carved into the crypts in this church. I guess that’s an acceptable dead person pose in Eastern Europe. *The More You Know* ====?

And unsurprisingly I was delighted by the art nouveau gates outside the church with the chestnut motif. Big fan.

So, the actual dragon. Now, we all know he’s dead because he exploded but his cavern is still there and you can walk through it. At the end is a sculptural representation of Smok that supposedly shoots fire. I say supposedly because it was closed until spring. I couldn’t walk through the cavern and I only saw the sculpture from the top of the hill.

But I got to see a great view of the river and all the duckies and swannies swimming in the non-frozen part.

Unrelated to anything else: The ladies’ bathroom had a sign for breastfeeding but to me it looked like Dracula swishing his cape over his shoulder.

Here, I photoshopped it to make it clearer what I’m seeing.

Next entry: Schindler Factory.

Vienna and Krakow, Part 6.

Monday, April 2nd, 2018

Hey hey! Did everyone have a nice Judeo-Christian-Spring-awakening holiday weekend? I hosted Passover in my home for fourteen people so that was a thing I pulled off by the skin on my teeth.

So Krakow! A very very old city in Poland! But first, let’s look at some random stuff that does not neatly fit anywhere else.

Graffiti from both Vienna and Krakow that I liked.

A piece of ancient oldness chillin’ in the Vienna train station because they have so much art they can just put that stuff any old place:

The Rathaus in Vienna at night. The Rathaus (pronounced how you would think, Rat House) is the main government building of the town, where you would go to get a permit or pay your taxes, that kind of thing. It is from the late 1800s but it is faithfully designed in Gothic style. The Viennese Rathaus has a giant public park in front of it and during the Frozen Months it is a ice skating rink with colored lights in the trees and pop music. It was so lovely that The Moomins and I stood there in the epically cold weather and simply enjoyed the people skating to Katy Perry.

Now on to Krakow. Krakow is going to be a bit darker than Vienna because instead of museums The Moomins and I went to several places of Jewish interest and that means Auschwitz, Schindler’s factory, etc. Therefore, less upbeat. You have been warned.

Krakow is OLD. Here’s what Wikipedia has to say:

Kraków, also Cracow or Krakow is the second largest and one of the oldest cities in Poland. The city has grown from a Stone Age settlement to Poland’s second most important city. It began as a hamlet on Wawel Hill and was already being reported as a busy trading center of Slavonic Europe in 965. Kraków has traditionally been one of the leading centers of Polish academic, cultural, and artistic life and is one of Poland’s most important economic hubs. It was the capital of the Crown of the Kingdom of Poland from 1038 to 1569; the Polish–Lithuanian Commonwealth from 1569 to 1596, the Free City of Kraków from 1815 to 1846; the Grand Duchy of Cracow from 1846 to 1918; and Kraków Voivodeship from the 14th century to 1998. It has been the capital of Lesser Poland Voivodeship since 1999.

A Voivodeship is like a state with a Governor called a Voivode. They only exist in Central and Eastern Europe. My point is Krakow is super-old. When we arrived early in the morning we went to our hotel. While we were waiting for our room the front desk asked us if we wanted to have breakfast in their medieval wine cellar and we were like, “Hell yes, I want to eat eggs and toast in a medieval wine cellar, thank you.” I spoke to the front desk afterwards and they said don’t get too excited, every building in the city center has a vintage basement. There’s a whole city under the city, they ain’t special. Lotta old all over.

Another thing I learned from the front desk staff is that they don’t have myths and legends, they have truths and realities. I’ll explain. As we were checking in, the front desk girl pulled out the map of the city and started circling things. “Here is where the hotel is, and here is the city center, and over here is Wawel Castle, and if you’d like to meet our dragon he lives here, and here is…”

Notice she didn’t say, “If you’ve heard our story about the dragon, blah blah blah.” No. The dragon is real, he lives here and you can visit him. They also strongly believe in gnomes who we will meet when we go to the salt mines. My favorite conversation of this style is when we took a walking tour of Kazimierz. Our guide named Jack said, “Have you met our dragon?” and I said I had not yet but was planning to. Jack said matter-of-factly, “You should come back on the first of June. Our dragon sends out invitations to all the rest of the world’s dragons and they come here and there’s a parade of dragons.” I don’t know about you but you bet your sweet butt I’m going to the dragon parade at some point, are you kidding me? That sounds amazing.

Due to being around for millennia, Krakow has awesome architecture.

I took way too many pictures of that church at the end. I loved the step style that is reminiscent of Dutch step buildings, but it doesn’t only go across and down, it dips back down before it goes up which makes it spikier. I attached a picture of a Dutch-style building in New York so you can understand what I’m saying.

The city, even though it is ancient, is very much alive and adapting. I took this photo to show Krakow keeping it modern. The building to the right was torn down, and the wurst over the door on the right has been removed and now it’s a ramen place. In the place of the torn down building is a tex-mex food truck. Very current with the times.

Next entry: more Krakow including its ancient fossils.

Addendum: Look at these pictures of the Dragon Parade! That looks super-fun. I am on board with that.