The Birds of Auschwitz
Walking through Poland in the footsteps of ancestors
By Toby Saltzman
The birds of Auschwitz drew me to Central Europe. The birds and
a cache of possessions, greater in sentiment than value: my mother's
opera glasses and her diamond ring, its band pitted from years looped
on a molar in her mouth; my father's wrist compass, worn when he
escaped from Siberia. His gold pocket watch retrieved after the
Over time, the possessions mattered little. Every spring, the
birds signified that my mother, who periodically succumbed to dark
bouts of despair triggered by Holocaust memories, would regain her
sunny disposition. Like many survivors, my parents rarely broke
the silence of remembrance. They rarely spoke of their first spouses
and children who perished, or their arrivals at Auschwitz, or how
my mother, a petite, blue-eyed blonde with "Aryan looks," was scarred
on her forehead during an "operation to remove the Jewish part of
her brain." They were more inclined to reminisce about their good
lives before the war (never mentioning the names of their former
spouses), about concerts, walks in the park, travels to nearby cities.
Every so often, my mother would sing, in her sweet soprano voice,
about the birds of Auschwitz.
For years I would fondle the opera glasses, the compass, the ring
and the watch in contemplation. I could not fathom how memories
of their past, culturally rich lives could ever outshine their past
griefs. In May, I was drawn to tread in their footsteps, to Visit
Poland: Lodz, where they lived, and Warsaw and Krakow, where they
visited by train or horse-drawn carriage. I needed to walk in Auschwitz,
in the shadows of the vanished civilization that they had miraculously
escaped. And - ever since I was a child, I had always felt the emotional
weight that came with "replacing" their previous children who had
perished - I needed to lay my own guilt to rest.
There is a constant stream of international group pilgrimages to
Poland that trace the paths where martyrs defended doomed ghettos
or visit the camps where millions died. But I was determined to
travel alone, unfettered by the emotional baggage of others.
Planning the trip
To allay my family's worries about my 16-day solo journey, I promised
to stay in secure hotels, hire private guides for remote trips,
travel inconspicuously when alone and communicate daily. Armed with
few essentials - I hopped on a British Airways flight to Warsaw.
Warsaw Warsaw was awash in a chill rain when I arrived, its wide
boulevards, lined with people huddled under umbrellas in endless
queues for rush hour buses. The modern Sheraton Warsaw was a welcome
respite - brilliantly illuminated inside with a lobby bar bustling
with business people. Its concierge would become an invaluable resource
for the next few days, masterminding my entire trip within Poland.
Early next morning, I set out to explore the Old Town. Before World
War II, Poland's capital was the cultural, intellectual and spiritual
heart of the Jewish Diaspora. It was also the birthplace or workplace
of luminaries like writers Isaac Bashevis Singer and Sholom Asch,
theatrical personalities Esther and Ida Kaminska, scholars Samuel
Poznanski and Isaac Cylkow. Most of them lived in a district near
the Old Town where the Nazis set up the Warsaw Ghetto in November
1940. On June 22, 1942, began deporting hundreds of thousands of
people in cattle cars to their deaths at Treblinka. On April 19,
1943, some 300 Jews staged an unsuccessful uprising that ended with
most of the leaders committing suicide in their bunker at ul. Mila
18 to avoid capture. Of about 120,000, only 300 Jews had survived
when the city was liberated on January 17, 1945. Most of Warsaw
was totally razed to the ground during the war, invaded from the
east by Russians and the west by Germans.
Today Warsaw is a bustling metropolis, a mix of glum Stalinest-era
blocks and the elegant Trakt Krolewski, aka the King's "Royal Way"
- a string of patisseries, cafes, designer shops, churches and the
graceful gates of Warsaw University - that links the castle to the
summer residence to the Old Town. The Old Town itself, rebuilt within
the original medieval walls, is an exact replica of the original
with artful facades facing a lively market square.
As my guide and I head out in search of the former Jewish sites,
I come to understand the grim reality that the "liquidation" of
the Jewish population left a void. Outside of a "Memory Lane" that
follows a path of plaques and monuments signifying where Jews struggled
and were martyred, there is nothing to see. I pause to reflect at
a huge monument to the Warsaw Ghetto uprising. Its depiction of
people approaching the train to Treblinka takes my breath away.
On a huge rock at Mila 18 are the names of the uprising's leaders,
including Marek Edelman, the only living survivor. With auspicious
timing, we arrive at the Umschlagplatz Memorial Railway Platform
from where people were shipped to Treblinka. A group of young Israeli
students (on an educational "March of the Living" mission tracing
the path of the Holocaust) is hold a commemorative service in the
symbolic confines of the open air "railway car." Their guide, spotting
me with camera and notebook, says, "You must go to Chelm. An archeologist
just unearthed the graves of thousands of people." I take note,
knowing there isn't enough time to see all the places in Central
Europe where memories lie.
We move on to the Nozyks Synagogue. The virtually intact building
survived because it served as a Nazi stable. Today it serves a tiny,
200-member congregation. Adjacent is the Jewish newspaper, the Our
Roots Jewish Travel Bureau (our Roots) and the Jewish community
centre which boasts a small but poignant collection of memorabilia
from the Warsaw ghetto days found hidden in the floorboards of the
building after the war.
Later, at the Jewish Institute, Museum and Archives, I shop for
books about Lodz and Krakow. For serious research, the Institute
documents Jewish history back to the 17th century, with tens of
thousands of books, manuscripts and some 30,000 precious photographs.
Early next morning, drizzle doesn't faze me as I stroll past the
overgrown graves and moss-covered tombstones of Warsaw's old Jewish
cemetery. Stopping at tombstones I examine inscriptions and carvings
faded with age - two-hands signifying priestly Cohens (like my father,
a descendant of the high priest Aaron, brother of Moses), lions
symbolizing the tribe of Judah, candlesticks honouring women who
lit Sabbath candles, or broken trees for lives cut short. At a vast
expanse of grass, where one small stone denotes a mass grave for
un-known dead, I feel an overwhelming emptiness watching visitors
with palpable tears place pebbles or candles in remembrance.
By the time we arrive at Lazienkowski Park, where Polish King Poniatowski
commissioned a summer estate in 1766, the sun shines through the
clouds, sending birds into flight and bringing trees to life with
a spontaneous blush of blossoms and leaves. I picture my parents
strolling along the lake before sitting on a bench for a Chopin
Back in the hotel lobby bar, I chat with a University of Warsaw
economics professor who earns extra zlotes as a marketing whiz for
companies investing in or starting new businesses in Poland. Suddenly
I fear that I am searching in vain for elusive vestiges of my parent's
previous happiness. For the most part, their people and effects
are gone. Monuments and testimonies are all that remain. More than
half a century later, Warsaw, and indeed all of Poland, is in a
post-communism capitalist frenzy, intent on laying the past to rest
and proceeding to the future.
After arriving in Lodz, anticipating two heart-wrenching days in
my parents' town, I am perplexed by my blank reactions. Driving
through the city in torrential rains (and on the now elegant street
where they once lived) I feel my mother's presence.
A thriving industrial centre, Lodz was also a cultural and intellectual
hub and the home of Poland's second-largest Jewish community. In
spring of 1940, the Nazis created one of its most notorious Jewish
ghettos and evacuated most Jews to Auschwitz- Birkenau. While standing
on a hill beside a huge statue of Moses, overlooking a vast park,
where the former ghetto was "liquidated," I feel the melancholy
in the air. Later, as I walk through the New Cemetery, founded in
1892, past centuries-old tombstones shrouded by nettles and shifted
with time, I feel haunted by whimpering spirits of the dead.
As I explore Lodz - walking past the beautiful buildings of Piotrkowska
Street to the bleak factories and workers' tenements to the grand
palaces of the rich industrialists and Jewish homes converted into
a music academy, art gallery and cinematography museum - I sense
the city's thriving cultural life. One museum salon celebrates the
career of pianist Arthur Rubenstein, another the life of Jan Karski,
the Polish courier who first informed the Americans about the Holocaust.
When I arrive at the city photo archives, I am delighted by the
curator's antique cameras and mesmerized by his original negatives
of Lodz's streets and the ghetto. As I photograph them (hoping to
later find my parents' faces), he expresses regret that recent "American
press is claiming the Poles caused the death to Jews."
That night talking with Marek Edelemen, the sole surviving leader
of the Warsaw Ghetto, I ask, "Why do you still live in Lodz?" He
retorts, "Don't be a hochem [smart ass]. A Yid (Jew) can live where
a Yid wants to live."
The next morning I meet Krzysztof Panas, the Mayor of Lodz, a certified
medical doctor with high humanitarian ideals. That night, after
attending the gala premier performance of Cole Porter's Can Can
(in Polish, no less!) followed by a remarkable dinner, I feel a
peace of sorts. My parents would be pleased, I feel, to see me welcomed
By the time I reach Krakow by train, my emotions are rumbling with
my upcoming visit to Auschwitz-Birkenau. For all my research about
the city which escaped wartime destruction, Krakow is beautiful
beyond anticipation, a vibrant old city spreading out from the base
of the fairytale castle on Wawel Hill through enchanting winding
streets to a broad market square lined with outdoor cafes. When
the Germans occupied Krakow in September 1939, all the Jews of Kazimierz
- Poland's richest and most important Jewish community, were forced
to wear a Star of David and assigned to forced labour. Following
the cordoning of the ghetto in March 1941, there were mass deportations
to the concentration camps.
Krakow is undergoing a huge revival of interest in Jewish history
and culture, much of it instigated at the Jagiellonian University.
After a day exploring the old synagogues, the exquisite artifacts
in the Jewish museum and centuries-old Jewish cemetery of Kazimierz,
running to photograph the gates of the famed Schindler factory,
I dine in one of Krakow's quintessential "stone vaulted basement"
restaurants. Then I head for bed mentally gearing up for a visit
to Auschwitz-Birkenau next morning.
The largest and most notorious Nazi extermination complex was centered
around Oswiecim and nearby Brzezinka - Polish for "Auschwitz" and
"Birkenau" - 64 kilometres west of Krakow. For all the pictures
and movies that depict the horrors, I used to complain that my parents
never shared explicit details. Yet after entering beneath the gate
bearing the wrought iron banner "Arbeit macht frei" (work brings
freedom) and after exploring the grounds, block to block, I realize
they had indeed depicted everything that mattered about its physical
nature. While vast Birkenau is a flat barren land, crisscrossed
by railway tracks that carried shipments of human cargo from the
prisoners blocks to a distant crematorium (of which destructed remains
still exist), Auschwitz by comparison appears like a tidy museum.
Its empty blocks (or barracks) showcase walls of prisoners' photos
and pitiful collections of prisoners' suitcases, piles of shoes,
mounds of eyeglasses, human hair and baby things. Certain blocks
are devoted to international survivors from nations around the world.
The starkness of it all is stirring: the bent supports of the barbed
wire fences, the square of torture, the claustrophobic cell of solitary
Following the long path, where prisoners stood for hours on end,
I imagine my mother in the "clinic" of experimental surgery. As
I pass the women's block and head toward the gas chamber, I am startled
by a surreal vision: cheerful little birds flying towards me from
a nearby house surrounded by pretty green trees and blossoming shrubs.
"What is that place?" I ask the guide. "That was Rudolph Hess' house
during the war," she says.
I leave Auschwitz feeling a surge of triumph that my parents survived,
gratitude for the birds that gave my mother spiritual sustenance
and hope, and a lightness of heart that comes with shedding a burden
Visitors looking to walk in the footsteps of their ancestors will
find little evidence of what happened here 5- years ago - a smattering
of plaques, monuments and cemeteries. But all are poignant testimonies
to the Holocaust.
Before you go
The Polish National Tourist Office in New York can be reached at
(212)338-9412 or email@example.com.
Try the consulate in Toronto at (416) 252-5471.
A visa costs $89.
OUR ROOTS Jewish travel agency
sells books and provides guides. They are at 6 Twarda Street, Warsaw
or by phone at 011-48-22-652-16-93 or fax at 011-48-22-620-05-56.
Getting there and getting around
The most convenient route is to fly British Airways between Toronto
and Warsaw in Poland, travel from city to city via RailEurope (a
First Class pass is good for five trips). Trains run frequently
between the main cities. For current schedules and fares visit www.raileurope.com.
Once in a city, you'll be able to visit more places if you rent
a car or hire a guide. Since gas stations are few and far between,
always top up your fuel. For accommodation information, see the
Warsaw Ghetto monuments include the Memorial of the Warsaw Uprising,
the site of the Jewish resistance bunker at Mila 18 and the site
of the former Jewish hospital and German SS on ulica Stawki. Follow
the plaques of the Memory Lane route of the former Ghetto to Umschlagplatz,
the "platform to Treblinka." Visit the Nozyk Synagogue (6 Twarda
Street), the Old Cemetery, the Jewish Historical Institute and Museum
and the Jewish Theatre. Follow Trakt Krolewski (the Royal Way).
This long promenade, linking the King's castle at Plac Zamkowy in
the Old Town to the summer residence in Lazienski Park, is lined
with centuries of historic buildings.
The Jewish Historical Institute is at ulica Thomackie 3-5 (tel:
The 7-year-old Sheraton Warsaw Hotel &
Towers (ulica B. Prusa 2, 00-493; tel: 011-48-22-657-6100,
800-325-3535; fax: 011-48-22-657-6200; firstname.lastname@example.org;
boasts an excellent location on the Royal Way, mid-way between the
Old Town and the Lazienski Park.
The Sheraton's Lobby Bar is a chic place for cocktails and the main
restaurant is the city's hub for international players. The 352-room
hotel features tech-equipped "smart rooms," non-smoking rooms, facilities
for the disabled and a fitness centre.
Rooms start at &350 but prices are subject to change. Call for current
Nothing remains of the Lodz Ghetto. Now a vast park, it spreads
out under the watchful eye of a sculpture of Moses.
The New Cemetery, founded in 1892, remains one of Poland's most
important Jewish monuments, its headstones inscribed with symbolic
carvings and fold art.
Lodz's Historical Museum, set in the luxurious mansion of Poznanski,
a Jewish industrialist, pays outstanding tribute to pianist Arthur
Rubinstein and Jan Karski (the Polish courier who first informed
the Americans about the Holocaust).
It is worth visiting the three historic mansions that house the
Musical Academy, the Museum of Art and the Museum of Cinematography.
The palatial home of Scheibler, a German industrialist, sits across
from his mammoth red brick factory and near the tenement enclave
that housed his workers.
Hotel Grand Orbis (ulica Piotrkowska
72; tel: 011-48-42-633-99-20; fax: 48-42-633-78-76; email@example.com;
was built in 1888 and stands on the prime centre of Piotrkowska
Street. The 169-room hotel has three renowned restaurants. Doubles
start at $124, but contact Hotel Grand for up-to-date rates.
Copyright Toby Saltzman 2003
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