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[Kasia @balki78467]

„Dnia pierwszego września roku pamietnego, wróg napadł na Polskę z kraju sąsiedniego…”. Tak, to byli Niemcy, nie jascyś tam naziści. #germanatrocities #NiemieckieZbrodnie #1wrzesnia #ambasadaniemiec

[Kasia @balki78467]

@Vogeltweetet Da hilft nur weg von der Quelle…

[Kasia @balki78467]

@beobachter5081 Rüeblitorte gilt als Gemüsebeilage nicht als Dessert!

[Kasia @balki78467]

@Vogeltweetet Lecker!

Vögelchen, ich habe nur die Adresse v. Steinepaket. Doch die scheint nicht vollständig / korrekt zu sein. Das Päckle ist bereits auf dem Weg zurück zu mir. Erbitte Kontakt…

[Kasia @balki78467]

@Vogeltweetet @Schaftweetet Bis dahin könntest Du ja teilen?

[Kasia @balki78467]

@Vogeltweetet Ich bleibe noch eine kurze Zeit bei der Eisversion. Übrigens hat Lindt komplett sein Weihnachtssorziment geändert. Es gibt keine Blechdosen mehr. Dafür kann man sich z. Silvester beschenken lassen.

[Kasia @balki78467]

@Vogeltweetet @dasBechen Traurig nur, dass man nur die Schüler bemitleidet. Dabei haben die Lehrer mit Ferienenende/Schuljahrbeginn zu kämpfen.

[Kasia @balki78467]

@Vogeltweetet Nur das Schnabelchen nicht hängen lassen…

[Kasia @balki78467]

@Vogeltweetet Kaum zu glauben, dass es mancherorts schon zu Ende mit den Sommerferien geht. Nächster Halt: Herbstferien.

[Kasia @balki78467]

@Vogeltweetet Dann mussen die Tomaten aber noch zulegen. Ich bleibe bei meinen Kumato-Tomaten.

[Kasia @balki78467]

@Vogeltweetet Würdest Du Eure Eismaschine empfehlen? Euer Eis sieht immer so. Lecker aus…

[Agnieszka Wolska @agnieszkawolsk9]

Czy dziś na zaprzysiężenie męża Pani Nawrocka też przyjdzie w spodniach? 🤔

[Edward Reid @ReidEdwardII]

In the long catalogue of atrocities committed during the German occupation of Poland, few stories carry the devastating emotional weight of Wanda Lurie’s. Known to some as the “Polish Niobe,” a reference to the mythic mother who lost all her children, Wanda’s experience during the Warsaw Uprising captures the full horror of what it meant to be a civilian, especially a woman and a mother, in a city subjected to total war.

On August 5, 1944, in the first days of the Warsaw Uprising, German forces launched a systematic massacre of civilians in the district of Wola, a working-class neighborhood that had become one of the early centers of the insurrection. Wanda, who was eight months pregnant at the time, was at home with her husband and their three sons when German troops arrived. Along with hundreds of others, they were rounded up and forced into a nearby industrial compound—an Ursus factory that had been turned into a temporary site of extermination. There were no questions, no interrogations, no formal charges. The people were simply gathered, lined up, and shot in cold blood.

Wanda later recalled that she had pleaded with the soldiers, showing them her heavily pregnant belly and begging them to spare her children. “I begged for mercy,” she said in her postwar testimony. “I said I was pregnant. I showed my swollen belly. I held the children close. But the soldiers only laughed. They pulled the children away and shot them. One after another.”

She watched as her three sons were executed before her eyes. Then she, too, was shot—three times—once in the head, once in the shoulder, and once in the leg. She fell among the growing pile of corpses, bleeding heavily but not dead. She lay still as more victims were brought in, shot, and discarded on top of her. For two days and two nights, Wanda remained in that pile of the dead, slipping in and out of consciousness, breathing the stench of blood and decomposition, surrounded by the cries of those not yet finished off and the silence of those already gone.

Eventually, when the Germans paused in their killing, she managed to crawl out from beneath the bodies. Her escape was not to freedom but to captivity, as she was quickly recaptured and transferred to a temporary detention site at St. Stanislaus Church, and from there to the transit camp in Pruszków. It was there, just two weeks after the murder of her husband and children, that she gave birth to a son. She named him Mścisław, a name that means “he who will avenge.” The child was healthy. The mother was broken, yet alive.

Wanda survived the war. She became a witness, offering one of the most haunting testimonies in the archives of the Main Commission for the Investigation of German Crimes in Poland. Reflecting on her survival, she said, “When I looked into the eyes of my newborn son, I saw not only life, but death—his brothers, his father, our city. I didn’t know whether I had given birth to hope, or to memory.”

Her son, born in a transit camp amid mass death, lived into the twenty-first century. He became a teacher and researcher, carrying not only the story of his mother’s endurance but also the ghost of siblings he would never know. His existence was a kind of moral defiance, a living continuation of a family nearly erased.

Wanda Lurie’s story is rarely included in the major narratives of World War II, but it deserves to be remembered, not only because of the horror it represents, but because of what it reveals about the nature of civilian resistance, memory, and survival. She was not a soldier. She was not armed. She was a pregnant mother who watched her children die and then lived to tell the world what had happened.

There is a tendency in histories of war to focus on armies, leaders, and the decisions made in war rooms. But Wanda’s story reminds us that wars are not only fought on battlefields, they are waged in schoolyards, in homes, in courtyards filled with women and children and the elderly.

[Edward Reid @ReidEdwardII]

The story of World War II has too often been told in a way that overlooks or distorts the suffering of the Polish people. Poland was the first victim of Hitler’s war of aggression, invaded on September 1, 1939, and subjected to a brutal campaign of extermination and cultural annihilation. Yet in the decades since, the world has watched as blame has subtly shifted. The German perpetrators became “Nazis” without nationality, while the Polish land they occupied was wrongfully labeled the source of the horrors committed there.

The phrase “Polish death camps” is one of the greatest historical falsehoods to persist in Western discourse (I see why a law was necessary). The death camps, Auschwitz, Treblinka, Sobibór, Majdanek, and others, were built and operated by the German state on occupied Polish soil. Poland did not build them, staff them, or support them. The Polish state was destroyed in 1939. Its people, both Jewish and Christian, were subjected to systematic murder, terror, forced labor, and mass displacement. To call these facilities “Polish” is not only factually wrong, it is a form of slander that disrespects the millions of Poles who perished or resisted under occupation.

After the war, the world’s focus turned to the Holocaust and the suffering of European Jews and in that process, the suffering of Poland as a nation was pushed to the margins. Poland fell behind the Iron Curtain, it had no voice in Western media, no presence in postwar political reconstruction, and no influence in shaping the any narrative and if any history was written it was often false and slanderous and sadly the Poles had no way of rebuttal.

Meanwhile, West Germany began to rebuild its image, pay reparations, and reenter polite international society. In time, the word “Nazi” became a convenient abstraction, divorcing the crimes from the German people, while “Polish” became a geographical descriptor attached to German killing fields. This linguistic injustice continues to haunt the truth.

Germany paid reparations to Jewish survivors, billions of marks that helped build a nation, supporting the foundation of Israel, but no such restitution or recognition was extended to Poland, which lost more than six million of its citizens. The myth of a “Polish problem” was quietly spread, the false idea that Poland had somehow been complicit in its own suffering…. this lie has been allowed to grow for too long.

The truth is this: Poland was bled, burned, and betrayed. It was carved up by two totalitarian powers, the German Reich and the Soviet Union, and left to suffer under both. The German army and SS carried out mass executions, razed villages, and annihilated entire communities. Polish priests, teachers, intellectuals, and children were targeted in what the Germans called a campaign of “biological destruction.” Poland’s resistance movement was the largest and most courageous in occupied Europe. Its people sheltered Jews at the risk of death, often paying for it with their lives and the lives of their families.

Instead of gratitude, Poles have often received suspicion, instead of truth, they have received slander instead of honor. To this day, many in the West still refer to Auschwitz as “a Polish camp,” and not as what it was, a German death factory, built in occupied Poland to murder Jews, Poles, Roma, and others.

This distortion must end. It is not enough to honor the memory of the Holocaust, we must honor the full truth of history. Poles were not collaborators, they were the invaded and they were the occupied. Then they were silenced and yet they endured.

The victims of German terror, whether Jewish or Polish, deserve the dignity of historical clarity and simple truth. The time has come to correct the record, not out of “nationalism’” but out of justice. Poland’s suffering is not a footnote. It is central to the story of Europe in the twentieth century. It is time the world remembered.

Photo: After the Warsaw Uprising

[Edward Reid @ReidEdwardII]

The First Night of the Warsaw Uprising: A City Awakens:

It was August 1, 1944. At 5:00 PM, W-Hour, the city of Warsaw, long suffocating under German occupation, came alive with gunfire, hope, and defiance. After nearly five years of terror, humiliation, murder, and silent resistance, the people rose. Not just soldiers of the Armia Krajowa, but students, teachers, postmen, bakers, nurses, and teenagers with homemade grenades, An all surged into the streets, many with red and white armbands hastily tied, shouting “Polska!” and “For Warsaw!”

The air that evening was electric. Explosions echoed like church bells over rooftops and alleyways. For the first time in years, the Polish flag flew freely over buildings, wrested back from German hands. People wept at the sight. Some prayed, others sang. There was chaos, yes, but also a kind of jubilant chaos. Boys who had been smuggling food through sewers were now carrying weapons. Girls who had sewn secret messages were binding wounds and delivering ammunition under fire.

In the courtyards and stairwells, the fight was desperate and clumsy, Molotov cocktails against tanks, stolen rifles against machine guns, but morale was high. Germans were caught off guard. A German truck was overtaken near the corner of Żelazna Street; weapons were seized. The Main Post Office was stormed. Parts of Śródmieście and Wola were briefly in Polish hands. The night glowed with flames, but also with the thrill of daring to fight back. For the first time in years, Poles were no longer only victims, they were insurgents and survivors.

Young men kissed their mothers goodbye that night. Children passed bottles of water to fighters crouched in doorways. The city, beaten, starved, burned, had found its voice again, and it roared.

The cost would be unthinkable, but in that first night, Warsaw believed in its own heartbeat and that heartbeat was freedom.

[Kasia @balki78467]

@Vogeltweetet Nicht nur SCHAUEN! HELFEN heißt die Devise. Bei IG gibt es intern eine Einrichtung, wo man sich eine Zeit vorgibt und man wird dann 5 Minuten vor dem Ende vorsichtig daran erinnert.

[Kasia @balki78467]

@Vogeltweetet Ich glaube es kommen Gäste. Die lieben auch Gurkenbrot, wie ich übrigens auch. Aber ich schaffe es heute nicht, leider…

[Kasia @balki78467]

@beobachter5081 @UlrikeG4 Guten Nachmittag, jetzt ganz schnell z. Vogel u. Schaf @Vogeltweetet

[Kasia @balki78467]

@Vogeltweetet Jetzt noch die Mammuts @beobachter5081 einladen!

[Kasia @balki78467]

@Vogeltweetet Warum kein Käse? Muss man jetzt umdenken?

[Kasia @balki78467]

@Vogeltweetet Du bist eben sehr schlau.