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The next day (...) must be smartly to gather. The two cemeteries need to visit Warsaw.
Today Powązki. Powazki paternal grandparents Szewc and parents. Busy day, a great feast.
Even before his tenth move rzęchem, like pychówką Masovian, laden with candles and flowers from the hypermarket roadside gardeners. Shoemaker has a plan for directions: First, the Vistula, while the smaller caps on Powązki. Using your knowledge of old streets Wheels, Shoemaker before turning south to Route Toruńska the estate next to the park on Moczydle and leaves for camp.
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Most of the sidewalk next to the corner, the south-west gate Powązki VII, having more than 80 years, open only exceptionally in All Saints, occupied stalls.
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lie in the youngest part of the cemetery. At the time of purchase of apartments, just after World War I, when my grandfather died of typhoid, you had to pay the equivalent of just 40 rubles - the fourth part on how much it cost accommodation in the area and the gate in front of the catacombs. Today is a proud Shoemaker, one of the relatively few age-old owner of the tomb of her grandparents, ancestral clan "* countries".
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grandmother, the wife of a shopkeeper by the name of Warsaw is not yet ending "ski", survived her husband about the era, long after the Second died, of old age.
His son, in the absence of his father, early on had to help his mother and took up shoemaking with some success, and as the Shoemaker-Father gave rise to the shortest dynasty shoemakers in the Old Town.
born, according to the periodization of many historians, even in the nineteenth, since before the First War, the twenty-first dożyłby. Had editor of a major newspaper, which announced the coming of New Year's Eve 1999 New Age, he was right.
In any event, the granite plate, under which parents are included Szewcostwo-year round of birth and death Szewc-Father.
signal as a promotion, along with his brother, himself chose the word 'ski' to the name. This fact obtain the "crest" long shoemaker was not known. In his youth, still unaware of his family secret, he met with a similar case in their environment.
his good friend wore a lovely, like himself, the name Amphibian. After becoming independent, and before ożenkiem, changed his name to Płaziński. Shoemaker wondered. The name of this nice. A modified, such pretentious. Well, a colleague once gave up just pretentious. Well, not very likable. Some inaccessible. Had a more somber mood. He was angry with questions about the name. Do not laugh, as usual.
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Well, it's time for them. Granite plate washed, placed a wreath. Candles lit.
of Common Prayer. Return.
The Cemetery, even in this distant corner, far from the most celebrated monuments, Spirits of the palaces, the piston, as in the supermarket.
whole, multigenerational families are standing at the graves, chief przycupnęli neighbor on the bench. Some pray, others clean up, light candles, others talking with neighbors who may see the first time in my life.
Because neighbors are actually their fathers. They are simply compatriots, compatriots.
Apparently even the Japanese tourists come in these days of Powązki, as a place unique. Some are worse. Shoemaker looks at it differently.
This is our national day holiday. Probably few nations that celebrates. And so, according.
The independent practice of religion, the political views, from the state and the profession. Kościółkowi and roczniacy, which is just at Midnight will come and throw stówkę wykupnego.
atheists and bigots. Conservatives and crazed with the love of modernism. Blessed and cursed. Married and
partnerujący. Drinkers and alcoholics.
In these days to hatch from their homes, stand in traffic jams, crowded trams and buses. Carry candles and flowers. They give the whole cmentarnemu maintenance industry and trade. They light candles. They pray, or persist in thought, not knowing that God hears the slightest quiver of pure soul. Someone tell them to do? Count for something? Gain something? Probably only a runny nose, or abrasion in the parking lot. They go there, motivated perhaps the last common impulse of the heart. The last sense of community with our ancestors and more distant. Sense of community and the people.
And let them look Japanese. Shoemaker does not know exactly how the Japanese revere their ancestors. But he knows the case, as the veneration of ancestors in Italy, the United States. Not to mention the countries in this Holy Day is better not to remember. Countries have recently baaardzo Catholic. Use candles
impossible. Flowers inappropriate. People in All Saints' enough. Cemeteries in Italy connected to the mains. Illumination, like all the other sights.
In the U.S. simply: peace and quiet. The weekday drive mowers quietly and efficiently. All neatly mowed and wysprzątane. The celebration can go. But not much is what ...
daughter as scout, lights still on some deserted grave torch.
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