And yet there's something different about Krakow, a darker undertone.
In planning my trip, I had pre-booked a visit to Auschwitz-Birkenau (more on that in another post). But Krakow was invaded by the Nazis on the 1st September 1939 and remained occupied for almost the entire period of the second world war so I wanted to understand how things were closer to 'home'. And this needed going a little further afield so on Friday morning I headed south along the banks of the Vistula River for a day exploring Podgorze and Kazimierz.
|View of Podgorze across the Vistula River from Kazimierz|
Podgorze was where my walk was to begin. This was where some 15,000 Jews were herded from Kazimierz across the river to live within the walls and gates of their ghetto home before being deported to concentration camps, the closest being Plaszow, a labour camp built in 1942 and then converted in 1944. I wandered through the busy streets of this now everyday suburb of Krakow, past the piece of ghetto wall, tucked between modern structures along a main road, and into Plac Bohaterow Getta with its rows of empty chairs, a tribute to the thousands of Jews who left their worldly goods behind and boarded trains there.
|Part of the old ghetto wall still stands in Podgorze|
|Plac Zgody, which stood in the centre of the ghetto, has been renamed Plac Bohaterow Getta as a monument to' the heroes of the ghetto'|
The factory houses an extraordinary permanent exhibition, Krakow Under Nazi Occupation 1939-1945, which gives a fantastic insight into this short but defining period in Krakow's history. There are lots and lots of details throughout the 28 exhibits and in some parts, it was a bit too much to digest. Nevertheless, I spent just over two hours here - there is a 'ghetto walk' and a fascinating display detailing the occurrences in the city in the days right before and then during Nazi Germany's entry into the city. If any of you are wondering about the must sees in Krakow, this should definitely be on your list.
|Two moments in Krakow's history illuminated by the sun.|
(Under the rail line between Plac Bohaterow Getta and Lipowa Street)
|Artistic expression reigns supreme in Kazimierz|
I don't think a visit to Krakow can really be complete without an ackowledgement, amidst the music and medieval splendor of this wonderful city, of this particular piece of its history - in essence a reflection of our own darkest hours as a human race. A history, not only recent, but one littered with horror, tragedy and shame.
My trip through Jewish Krakow had left me filled with something that even now I can't put into words. Sombre, respectful certainly, not quite sad but there was a sense of melancholy that stayed with me for several hours afterwards (and re-emerges as I type this). It felt like this day had given a depth to my Krakow experience that I hadn't expected. I felt like I had some sense of a people who had lived their lives in hope and peace and, in an horrific injustice, met their end at the hands of their fellow man.
And in that, I felt a little more prepared for my visit to Auschwitz-Birkenau the following day to confront the end of their story.
Other posts in the Krakow series:
It Starts With The Locals
A Monstrous Vision
Eat, Sleep And Be Merry