First night at Wapionka we had a horse-drawn wagon ride, two hours, up into the national forest, on into the evening. It was made more comfortable by a potent mulled wine...
We stopped for a few moments in the forest at a memorial to the forest manager who in 1944 was executed by the Ukranians as the Russian army made its way through here towards Berlin. I noticed the Poles are very precise about who mistreated them -- not just the Russians, but the Ukranians, though they were part of the Russian army. These tragedies leave a long psychic shadow...
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