Godzina W – 17:00 1.08.1944: Polska mitologia-martyrologia
(The W hour – 17:00 1.08.1944: Polish mythology-martyrology)
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Egregor is a term that represents a sum of feelings of a group of people. A collective atmosphere of some organization, for example a country. Colin Sisson said that his homeland’s – New Zealand’s – egregor is a spirit of hard work. In opposition to Australian, which is more about enjoying life. Asked about Polish egregor said that here he feels a deep wound.
What’s wrong with my goddamn country?
Thinking about the most important moments in Polish history recalls events such as the Kościuszko Uprising, the November Uprising 1830, the January Uprising 1863, September 1939, Katyń and Warsaw Uprising 1944. What do they have in common? They were all losses. Fights with no chances for victory.
In July ’44 we had situation like this: the Red Army was moving from the east and pushing Germans back to their homeland. Soviets were going to so, called, “liberate” Poland with their NKVD. The Polish government on the retreat in London decides that it would be better to welcome Soviets in the capital as the hosts, not as victims. So it made a desperate move and prepared the insurrection. Which meant moving partisans from whole the country to Warsaw.
O.K. That was one of the best organized underground structures ever in history. (In comparison to which, French resistance was just a group of gen. De Gaulle’s greatest fans.) But still it were mostly 18-20 year-old guys with rifles against German tanks and heavy cannons.
They hoped for the western help but it was difficult and dangerous to pass the whole Germany with transports and return. The planes needed to refuel on Russian airports before flying back. Stalin did Stalin’s job (which was competing with Hitler for the Biggest XX Century Asshole Award) and said what can be translated in general as “No f**king way.” So the Red Army reached Vistula. Stalin did the Stalin’s job and said that soldiers needed to take some rest. Accidentally the time they needed was exactly what took the Nazi to defeat the Uprising and to do the blow job by blowing up most of the buildings..
The result: completely destroyed city and over 200 000 victims, mostly civilians. Young, well educated people. The real gentlemen and ladies who could possibly talk as following:
- Mr. Staff Sergeant, would you pass me a grenade, please. I’ll throw at a Fritz.
- Of course, here it is Mr. Master Corporal.
- Thank you, Mr. Staff Sergeant. I’m throwing.
- And, Mr. Master Corporal, did you reach him?
- Yes, Mr. Staff Sergeant. It burst the bastard, sir.
Kids With Guns
As a result, their death is one of the reasons, even bigger than Katyń, for which Poland now doesn’t have the real intellectual elite. What is clearly visible while observing our politicians and not only them.
The other, not so sure, but still possible consequences: without the Uprising the Soviets wouldn’t have stopped their march, Germans would have left Warsaw faster, they wouldn’t have had time for preparing defense on Odra so the war would have been over before the winter ’44. Probably.
What I would certainly add to the lessons about the heroism of people giving their lives in Warsaw Uprising ’44 is a label: “Children don’t do it at home!”
To sum up, Poland is the country which really lost the II World War and lost the independence for another 45 years. I think it’s been since then that there is somewhere the wound. And teaching of history all the time insists on glorifying the Polish kind of heroes who were always fighting till the end. Never mind the chances for victory. Never mind the future. They couldn’t give up for the high reasons such as chivalry or honor. Or like in ‘The Pest’ by Camus feeling that was their mission. Or else it was just their testosterone, maybe.
Never mind the positive heroes who made the country grow and cultivated the wellbeing. Many of them are considered as controversial.
Therefore cultivating loosing heroes leaves a feeling of tragism of life. Which doesn’t allow many people to enjoy themselves. A deep wound which I didn’t deal with yet.
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