Summer Warsaw,  Poland 2002

Arriving to Warsaw, Poland at the end of July, 2002 I had no idea of how many different activities I would have. My friends there took me around "Old Warsaw," the city that ceased to exist between 1939-1945 and is now rebuilt. We stopped for a glass of wine at Market Square, and in going around the neighborhoods  we could see lots of tourists from all over the world; the outdoor cafés and restaurants were crowded with people speaking many different languages. We walked by the city wall to the monument of the youngest soldier of Warsaw, in front of which boy-scouts and girl-scouts were holding the Honorary Guard. There were candles and  flowers. I never can go through this place without emotions: I cannot speak for the tears, but since men should not cry, therefore I control them.  Some German tourists were standing around, trying to figure out the meaning of these candles, flowers, and scouts. What actually is the meaning of this little boy of five or six years old wearing a helmet with white and red ribbon tied around it? I was too emotional to approach the German tourists, and explain to them the reasons. It does not matter. I salute the little boy whose life was taken by the German Nazis, who occupied The capital of Poland. Thus, I participated in the 58th Anniversary of the Warsaw Uprising, which occurred 58 years ago at a time when my father was a young cadet-officer in Mokotów, a suburb of Warsaw, in Battalion BASZTA.