Sat afternoon:
Thoughts provoked by Terrezin Ghetto and Small Fortress prison:
I stood at the shooting range in the small fortress newr the memorial to the several hundred executed victims and i lookedout on what they must have looked out on. I saw what their last signts were-- the blue hills, the red brickwalls, green meadows, great big beautiful sky... and then they were shot-- at a range of only about 3m ususally by several guards to each victim. They were executed.
I walked into the small fortress and looked around-- how many resistance workers had been held here and had passed through those very same gates. They had been cautght--but how? and why? I read at the ghetto museamum that the yougest prisoner there ahd been 3 1/2 years hold... In the solitary confinement cells at tiems 16 people were crammed in-- suffocation was not uncommon.
At the ghetto museam I saw a hand- made illegal radion over which the caption implied it had been used within the ghetto-- but before I even saw that my first reaction was one of utter... i don't know.. but there was this radio-- made out of an old suitcase... an actual radion sitting there under glass yet still quite "real" to me... this wasn't a documentary watched in the comfort of my high school classroom. and I thought of the many eyes who must have also stared at it... of the perhaps desperation of those individuals who sought contact with the outside world. I can't even properly imagine it-- I am only too well aware of my limitations here... how can one describe it?
When I was younger, I suddenly remembered, some of my childhood heros were those of the Dutch resistance movemnt who hid Jews and gathered info for hte allies. theier bravery has always hilled me with awe. Yet the darker side of that is that the Nazis, The final solution, occupation, etc. was all their reality-- they had no choice-- I mean yes they could choose to either go along with it (passively or in open suppor) or they chould choose to resist (passively or through active organizations like the resistance) but they could not choose a different reality. "That's life" we say when something sh**ty happens ... "that's life"-- they careful and deliberatyly calculated organization of relocation, the persistant stripping away of human dignity and any notion of basic rights:
--day permits needed to work (i.e. forced labor was a priviledge...)
--laundry ration cards were given for once every 3 months
--no care being given--no distinctions made in regards to one's life accomplishments...
Looking at the level of artistic/literary/political talent--> how nay of these men would have gone on to accomplish absolute greatness... there was amazing potential here...and yet it was stripped from the. How many timesdid I see date of death as between 42-44?
children.
The poem by a boy less than 14 (he was 14 when he died in Auschwitz) which recognizes the imprending doom of death hanging over a fellow boy.
Retribution-- some front of justice was needed. -- nuremburg... it was needed... for the people here. To know that this was not part of war.
Took less than an hour to reach from prague.
There is a DARK side of humanity.
They way the nazis were able to fool the red cross.
How must the jews have felt when making that propaganda movie? nd playing that part into the down-to the minute scripted visit...or what of those who may have seen the red cross vehicles from within the small fortress... see them so close... and yet infinitely far... I felt ill watching that faked soccer match on the documentary... hwo may of these faces cesased to be? saw their last blue sky?
Someone, actually several people there said they would have wanted to see a "real" camp-- In my mind, however, Terezin is in some ways worse-- it was a cruel psychological ploy... faked hope... some knew their doom... many did not. How cruel. How can this be? who does such things???????
sun morning:
found relief last night from heaviness of thoughts in watching the TIME MACHINE in czech dubbing with hotel roomates meghen and eleana... :-P then came down to breakfast to find that apparently the town we had thought was patheticly dead had a bar opening the night before and everyone else had gone while we had watched time machine...ah well... w/e
tour of chatou--> consiting of lengthy pauses to comteplate sifnificance of random cockeyed candle-wall things.
tour guide (who was wearing, btw, a crazy anime shirt which was quite incongruous with his surroundings... versailles type chatou gradeur... yeah) "a famous painter of ceilings came here for a year" we all look instincitvely up at the ceiling artwork "but he didn't paint these" and though we learn later that infact he did design them but jsut had assistants do the actual grunt work... you can no doubt imagine how it soudned... esp when then our so brillant guide added "he also was a designer of door knobs" and again we all look at the insanely ornate atrocities "but not these."
this went on and on and on... went to next room and saw extremly deformed painting of the inbred Hapsburgs-- there is no way they would have survived had they lived in ancient greecewhere apparently at one time they sacrifieced those who were ugly...yeah the hapsburgs would have been the first to go.
Major oxygen deprevation due to extreme napoleaonic era dust covering everything and fact that tour guide insisted on shutting the doors to each room we entered-- and in accordance with true czechness he also reaked-- thus i got in one of those quite unfortunate moods where everything was insanely hilarious... tour guide: "notice the clock. it is shaped like a horse" *pauses to contemplate the amazing significance of horsiness and the great progression of time* yeah it was great-- peacocks on the lawn though were actually the highlight:-P
Back in the bus:
listening to soundtrack from Rent as we drive through bohemia-- the sudentenland actually. Hard to imagine Nazi occupation...
oooo ipod shuffleness... song ends and on comes mulan-nah...beachboys--nope, apocalyptica...noooo... decide to settle for PINK PANTHER THEME!! l love my ipod at times like this. anyway it seems rather fitting. This is a land of wonderful randomess... woudl love to geta bike or better yet a horse and just ride downthis road and be alone with the hugeness of my thoughts right now. (thanks goes out to the deadly combination of engineer/history major mix residing in my mind and whose questions i must constantly satisfy).
landscape is truely gorgeoius. Somehow it makes it that much worse to thik of the thousands of atrocities that this country witness. Darn it! Really just want to walk along the road for miles right nwo. I'm remembering Terezin yesterday-- I have to do seomthing to give myself an understandin of all of this. Laura said that in Denmark people join the redcross more than the peacecorps after university. Wondering if I could do that and what that wouldallow me to do. i'm ralizing that even as I am interested in not taking sides politically-- or even internationally (i.e being pro or anti U.S. vs. the rest of the world-- an arguement which i personally feel is utter bull) but I'm seeing that I need to experience what Human Right means and just as here Forum 2000 and their goal of world peace is meaningful in a way that it isn't for me when i'm inthe states, I thin kthat going to AFrica or South Ameirca (but esp Africa) to do human rights work such as through the red cross--> an organiztion that would allow to maintain soem degress of neutrality resume-wise--> i think that this would really do soemthing for me.
In this regard Terezin as a memorial worked for me-- it jolted me out of my sphere of reality... such experiences are not necessarily the norm.
*music: rent"will i?" v. fitting. and echoing my thoughts*
I travel because I have questions "how doesthe other half live" only basically this is how do peopoe view the world-- what does their "dasein" look like? (heidigger reference) How does one function?
I associate understanding with experience.
*Seasons of love from rent--> again v. fitting-- everyone measures things in a different way-- What is significant??
I find Rent soundtrack interesting beacause many of the themes are about questioning social norms and dealing with the faceless harshness of society.
Now am listening to theme from mission impossible :-P and thinking howthis whole area I'm driving through in a tour bus with 24 other American students was literally "behind enemy lines" the stuff of mission impossible-esque films and this was reality-- less than 20years ago... IM MY LIFETIME.
Rebeckah my seatmate keeps dozing off and just banged her head suddenly into the window-- her expression was priceless...
Driving through a forest nwo on a bumpy road-- not great when one has had gallons of coffee already... amazingly beautiful though.
HAYSTACKS!!!! real hill shapedones instead of just bales!!! *squeal!* This area makesme think of TintinV.V. much!!! will have to read all ofthem again when i get home.
And bus jsut turned around-- always great when one gest lost...turns out we justmissed a turn and had to backtrack agina TO THE HAYSTACKS! OH JOY OH DELIGHT IM SUCH A NERD!!! weeeeeeeeeeeeee :-P get to see them twice-- would do happy dance except for fact that once again am on bumpy road-- so narrow with treees on both sides, looks like we're going through a green tunnel and of course also we're going at european bus speed-- i think i've actually figured out that the diea is to hurtle through the narrow and curvy bits of road as quickly as possible thus minimizing the hcance of encoutnering a vehicle going in the opposite direction. interesting face-- there's no center road divider or even a nice dashed line.
moving swiftly on(literally)--> sign post says mala bela-- a railroad town--what must they have witness through the years...wow
oh fun...driving over a bridge proudly proclaiming it was build in 1918...in a bus no less... hmmmm...
Oh think i jsut saw an old gypsy wagon-- In the 1950s overnight (or at least very suddenly and quickly) the Russians took off all the wagon wheels in a brutal form of forced assimilation for the gypsys... that wagon didn't have wheels infact i don't think...)
just saw second hand store with the ironic name of "Texas"
Think I'm seeing Communist area apartment buildings (or at least steryotypical looking very cramped looking, ugly, unifomed, etc. ) Just passed car dealership with large amounts of lip decals on their windows... fascinating.
Huge Skoda car assembly plant-- interesting... that town looks very much more like what I had been expecint communist easter europe to look like-- rather machine line..
note though: communists weren't machines though... they were humans... *more questions to hash out*
annnnnnnnnnd 30 min behind schedule here we are at Turnov.
Sun afternoon:
Turnover consisted of getting ripped off form earings-- apparently they charge you per earring(???) but shouldn't complain b/c they still were at least half the price I would pay in the states but still== not a great feeling :( ANYWAY main highlight besides everyone using unspeakable european toilettles, was the 3 old nude guys bathign in the resevoir/rier--> creepily they all stood in aline side by side staring after our bus as we left... sure why not?! :-P Anwyay whole purpose of stop apparently was to see the agrarian side of old czechoslovakia-- they had a demo cabin exhibit here but htis was rather extrememly pointless b/c the cabins were all but identical to those of prarie settlers in the 1800s... w/e
Then back on the bus and on to lunch which was...suprise suprise-- CHICKEN! :-P but they gave us water automatically which was nice... as opposed to having to order it by the bottle. Decided to make total idiot out of self by taking pictures of everytable-- but now i have everyone's face on my camera so HAHAHAH!!! :-P ate too much again-- hard to pass up free food :-P but oh well...will go running tomorrow for sure. After lunch we walked about 5 min and came to a random wall on a random street containing the random bronzed head of Jan Potocka(not his real head of course... don't think so at least...it was too small I would think... ick where did that thought come from??? ANYWAY....) apparently it was his birthplace and thus the one tie in they could make to us philosophy class people (obviously the rest of hte trip was very easily about art and architecture) and I swear if I hear another thing about it I will hve to do soemthingdrastic... guess it's good i didn't getthat class.
Back on bus again-- short trip to a castle-- point was to show that chatous and castles are different. (just love that they have to have some kind of purpose for everything we go to...it's can't just be like oh this is my absolute favorite place... ) anyway... the inside was very so-so-- but the outdoors was AMAZING... we actually went on a hike back down the mountain to the bus... about 4km or so... was like WOW!!! won't even attempt to describe-- I'll download the pics when i get home.
Saw 70's type black huge convertible with small american flag attached to antenna...sooofunny. and random! people inside were quite boistrous-- no clue if they were trying to make fun of American-ness or just fulfilling all of the steryotypes as stupid americans... didn't really care it was fun totsee them... that is was so random.
short time later:
just stopped at a gas--"petrol"-- station for one last W.C. run before 1 1/2 back to prague. GOT CHOCOLATE!!!!! was so proud that it wasn't nestle but then realized it was kraft-- oh well... it was so good! but most of that is probably b/c i'm not really in the habit of eating whole choc bars. Bottom line-> chocolater=good!!!
So on the road again-back tothe pragueness... should be doing philosophy reading... but that must take second place to the zillions of thoughts going through my head.
(note: at this point I think I fell asleep so this is where my journal for the weekend ends)