year has passed since the greatest tragedy throughout the post-war Polish history 10. a flower 2010 at 8:41 pm (Polish time), a government plane flying with the Polish delegation to celebrate the 70th celebrations anniversary of Katyn near Smolensk crashed. In this unimaginable tragedy killed 96 people including President Lech Kaczynski, his wife Maria Kaczynska politicians, soldiers, clergy, veterans, representatives of Katyn Families and crew members.
deliberately write an unimaginable tragedy because so far I can not believe it, nor find any sense. In my heart there is still an open wound.
It was a very ordinary kwietniowa Saturday. Nice weather, quite warm, the sun shyly in through the large amount of floated up clouds. It so happened that I had to go to work at me very angry because I was anxious to watching the celebrations of the 70th transmission anniversary of the Katyn massacre and especially my idol comment history prof. Janusz Kurtyka. But what could I do, I asked my mom watching and video transmission. Usually, I got up much earlier to the wyszykować calmly and do press review on the Internet. But this time I overslept and give up on your computer. Led to a usable condition, and I went to the bus stop. Travelling by tram I listened to Michael Jackson's music and read a book. I do not remember what it was actually. Then I moved to the Centre and the subway station waiting for the train I read messages on the screen. Given information regarding the problems with the landing aircraft flies over the government's celebrations of the Katyn. Then, if I remember correctly written about the accident on board. The first thought which went through my head was something like, when we finally exchanged the planes for VIP. These still go bad. Even did not think, it was something serious. Then I boarded a subway to the decision that when I do I get to the station Stokłosy call my mother to ask what was happening. I was going, inspired by music, and his nose in a book. Around the middle of the road, I received an SMS from my colleague Olympia that reads: "Anne, the President is dead." I wrote between stations: "How is it dead?. Somehow I was not amused." I did not get an answer when I left the coach called me Mama, "fell off the plane, Annette They are all dead. President, Janusz Kurtyka, Zbigniew Wassermann," she said. Stood as branded and did not know what to do. People on the street, they behaved exactly the same. There was total chaos and a strange panic. One you cry, some people grasped for mobile phones. I went to work, holding onto a cell to the ear, although not spoken with anyone. I asked the boss if she heard what happened. She said that so and told me to go online to read who else was flying by plane or maybe someone did not survive. Sam wanted as soon as possible to determine whether Mr. Janusz Kurtyka certainly got on board. When I saw His name could not take it and started crying. I did not understand that so many wonderful people flew to Katyn. Reading these names was like a knife jabbing heart. Some of stab were stronger, some weaker but each very painful ..... All those wonderful people I knew well, after all. With some disagreed with, with others not, some impressing to me than others but they were important to the Polish were important to me.
not fit for anything, in principle, a drugstore, and the whole gallery does not operate, workers and customers stood by TV believing in a miracle. But the videos from the place of tragedy does not give any chance ... mash mash just enough from the plane was a Tu-154M. This view will not forget for life. After closing the store as soon as I tried to go home .... The first time I saw how people in the metro and tram crying. No one was ashamed of the tears. I also do not .... At home, exactly the same, and so on. Cable, Internet, crying. Crying, TV, internet. Could not take it I went into the presidential palace. I did not want to be alone. I had to be with people who are suffering just like me.
The next day the vegetation, no joy, no smile, constant questions and statements WHY DO NOT UNDERSTAND .....
biggest shock next to the information about the disaster, was for me the sight of coffins arranged on the tarmac in Okecie and their passage through the Warsaw. I have never seen one at a time of tragedy so many people, so many coffins. Until now, that I think about my tears flow down her cheeks.
I do not think I'm ready to go with this on the agenda, to write about it. Although a year has passed in the early morning, said the heart is still bleeding.
are things that we as Poles, we owe those who died. We need to remember them but also to continue their work and follow the path which we have designated. That is the mission - the mission of our lives. One day, on the other side and we all meet again.
PART OF THEIR MEMORY!!
Anne
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