I dedicated this writing to my friend Jola ,She is a Polish girl i met at the Gym ages ago, a beautiful soul , a fighter , a dreamer, hard working girl , kind hearted really brave and one of kind... I love her to the moon and back , I remember the day she forgot her pasport with American Visa, got hold at the border in Canada , oh my dear lord , i was so frightened , the bus driver wanted to leave her , i convinced the other passenger to help and they like Jola , so we waited, finally they released her ... we all so happy , ever since i knew we will be friend forever , this week i have the honour to visit her country again and like i love her, i love her country too ....
I spent my morning visiting Westerplatte, here are the story ( stole from Wiki)
September 1st, 1939, . A German battleship the “Schleswig-Holstein” is docked in the harbor of Gdansk.They opens fire on the Polish settlements that defend the Westerplatte. The Polish defenders fought back, The Germans forced to retreat.
Another two assaults were attempted the same day, but the Polish soldiers managed to fight off both attacks. The Germans, surprised by the resistance , bombarded the Polish positions repeatedly with heavy artillery.
The Polish troops were heavily outnumbered. A small group of 180 men was facing over 3000 .Germans. They fought heroically for their motherland and managed to repel the German attacks for an astonishing seven days.
I started my walk and came came across several ruins and bunkers, one was almost untouched.
There were no real bunkers or tunnels to made it easier for the Germans to attack. There were only five small concrete outposts (guardhouses) hidden in the forest and a large barracks prepared for defense, the buildings were reinforced with concrete, which enabled 210 Polish soldiers to withstand during seven days of continuous attacks by sea and land.
I stand on the steps look toward the sea . Think back to the time when courageous soldiers stood waiting for bombardment from enemy battleships.i can’t help to cry ... people looked at me weirdly ... but i can’t stop crying , its hurt, why Hitler was so mean ? Why he wanted things so badly, i really wanted to have 1 to 1 with him , asking him questions, i wanted to understand him , why hate ?
I walked down the hill towards the sea, bumped to bunkers and memorials walls, i am really sad , i am not a big fans of war , i don‘t use word hate often, i can’t recall ever hated people...
Still in tears i walked back to the parking lot and cant help to put my hand against the wall tried to get in contact with the past ....
I still can feel the courage, the love, the dedication , really mesmerizing .
i really hope and prayed there will be no more war , lets not having it anymore, lets communicate, talk with each other, respect each other, make friends , love each other .. i know i am a dreamer but i don’t think its not doable ? God didn’t create us to hate each other ... lets think about it ?
Westerplatte, Oct 18th 😢😢
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