Monatsarchive: November 2018

Later today Americans will awake and many will cast ballots for mediocre neoliberal pretenders while solemnly using the word Resistance. Resistance. I am standing at Miła 18.

Violence, victims, bondage The dates all read 1941-45, but political prisoners were held here by the Soviets after the war, and by the Polish state after Jaruzelski declared martial law in 1981. I remember 1981, Jaruzelski, Solidarność – this isn’t … Weiterlesen →

The museum complex is visually striking at night. I parked to the right side at first, but found the doors were to an apartment building, and moved my car. The entrance to the museum is three stories down a long … Weiterlesen →

I am enjoying a delicious Polish beer with my wild boar at the European Solidarity Center, and remembering the look on co-workers‘ faces when I used to say words like union, solidarity, organized labor, capitalism, class struggle. But things do … Weiterlesen →

I could, you know. My passport is in my pocket. I could drive onto that ferry and get off in Stockholm. I find this prospect tremendously appealing. One of the places where WW II can be said to have begun. … Weiterlesen →