…and while I’m here March 11, 2005Posted by BiB in Uncategorized.
Tags: Auschwitz, Chodynicki
…and on March 11th, is it awfully rude of me to express even a tiny hint of cynicism regarding anything that commemorates victims of acts of terrorism and the acts themselves? But a link I’ve been sent does make me worry that these commemorative events might have a touch of the chocolate teapot about them. Which is not to say that people shouldn’t get together and talk about what troubles them and commemorate those who have been killed for the simple fact that they existed, but my worry is that the less these occasions are, if you like, ‘individualised,’ the less effective they seem, to me, at least, to become. What I am absolutely not saying is that we should not point out that large numbers of people were killed at Atocha a year ago today or, for example, that over a million people met their gruesome deaths at Auschwitz. But sometimes I worry that figures have an obfuscatory property all of their own. When we hear that over a million died at Auschwitz, can we really understand the enormity of that figure? Is it too horrible to compute, too massive to be comprehensible? Do we unknowingly diminish the horror in our minds? What is a million people? Is that everyone one has even met in one’s life? Or far more? So just for that reason I would like to express a tiny, hopefully not-TOO-cynical-sounding cautionary note.
The first time I visited/commemorated a scene of horror was when I visited Auschwitz in 1992. It was a glorious summer day and the place was overrun with tourists. I had had no ‘personal’ connection to the Holocaust. None of my relatives/friends/acquaintances was killed. Could I even begin to manage an understanding of the scale of what had gone on? What I did, without any ‘intention’ at the time, and, in fact, worrying that it was perhaps extremely incorrect to do so, was take a photograph of one of Auschwitz’s victims. And, subsequently, I am so glad I did. It was a photograph of one man, of whom I knew nothing but for what was written on his camp photograph. He was number 16174, was a doctor, was called Łukasz Chodynicki, was born on 16.07.1904, arrived at Auschwitz on 24.05.1941 and died on 22.03.1942. His face expresses nothing much, perhaps just numbness. But his photograph, his story, helped explain things more to me than when stories are depersonalised. Obviously we can’t hear every story, but we must hear as many as we can, so that those who might, perhaps unbelievably, incomprehensibly, have difficulty understanding some of the horror that victims of hatred are faced with can understand that just a little better.
In Praise of Pavlik March 11, 2005Posted by BiB in Uncategorized.
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Yes, folks, it’s happened. That all-important first feedback, that first message, that first orgasm-inducing mail in my inbox has arrived, and from none other than the great Pavlik, writer of the best blog on the net (www.pdberger.com), (how do I create one of those clever posh links, so that rather than me writing www.pdberger.com, I can just write Pavlik’s blog and those words will nicely become underlined and will be the link themselves? I suppose I should read some bloggerhints) and possessor of just about the most charming personality known to mankind.
Anyway, not only has Pavlik read me and responded and made my year, he has also LINKED me. Which is pretty much, if my understanding is correct, the blog equivalent of an Oscar, a BAFTA and a Palme d’Or all rolled into one. I will instantly do the same for your blog, Pavlik, the second I work out how to. (What’s the etiquette? Does one just link whomsoever one wants, or does one have to ask permission?) Anyway, I said to myself – and Pavlik – that, in celebration, I would write my next entry purely in praise of Pavlik, which isn’t especially difficult as he’s such a diamond geezer and has so many praisable qualities. So keep up the wonderful work, EINY, and I look forward to reading more of your words forthwith.