Barbaka

Four of us headed out to the Barbaka memorial this morning, 10ish, with instructions to get the #27 bus and take it to the end of the line. We walked down to the bus stop and were going to board the next #27 but the driver pointed out he wasn't going all the way to Barbaka. So we rechecked the schedule at the stop, and only every 3rd or so bus went all the way; these buses came about every 2 hours. So after waiting at the stop for 1:45, and just as we were about to give up, the correct #27 came along.

Barbaka is a forest a bit outside of Torun. It is the place where in Oct, Nov and Dec of 1939 the Nazis took some 900 Polish heroes, intellectuals, and professionals, had them dig their own graves, then shot and buried them. It was a moving experience, walking in the clear presence of echoes of evil. Pictures to follow.

Hot today. Cousin Mirko just sent me an email saying he'd be in Torun tonight, to stop and plan some way we can gather together in the next few days.

It's spookily quiet around here now, students all gone home. Last night they were noisy til about 4 a.m., in our dorm. It's the one thing I would change about this experience, which is to have someone put some measure of control over them. They were angels during the day, but at night...