Sunday, March 31, 2013

Poland

I got back last week from a ten day grande tour of Poland, with my dear travel buddy; Jamie.  On our tour, we explored three main cities, starting with Warsaw, then to Krakow, Wroclaw, and back again to Warsaw.  It certainly was an enjoyable, yet exhausting ten days of adventuring. Let me share just a few photos from each city:

Warsaw:

First of all, I arrived in Poland several hours before my travel buddy. Upon my arrival, I set out to find a museum. I found the Gestapo Headquarters (now called the Mausoleum of Torture and Martyrdom), and despite the fact that there was an age restriction for entry to this museum...I still thought it was a grand idea to tour it by myself. And I mean COMPLETELY by myself, meaning I was not just without my travel buddy for the moment, but I was the only tourist inside this museum altogether. Scared out of my wits.

Political prisoners during WWII were taken here for interrogations, and to be held in cells and tortured until they were sent to another prison in Warsaw, or a concentration camp.  You can watch this video to see how creepy it was inside, but I am not responsible for your nightmares.


So this made the start of my trip a bit scary, but I was A-OK hours later when Jamie finally arrived to join me in Warsaw. The next day we walked throughout the city, and ended the evening at the Palace of Culture to see a ballet!

 "Old Town" Warsaw


 Monument for the soldiers of the Warsaw Uprising. Later when we returned back to Warsaw at the end of the trip, we went to the Uprising Museum.

 Palace of Culture...reminiscent of the Stalin buildings in Moscow.



Krakow:

There was a lot of "ooooooo" and "ahhhhhhhhhh"ing the evening we arrived to Krakow. The buildings are all so beautiful, and have a medieval feel. Warsaw (the capital city) had many more modern buildings. 
The first full day in Krakow, we took a day trip to see Auschwitz-Birkenau. To read about that, go to my previous blogpost, or click here.

Our second day in Krakow we explored the main market, the Wawel castle and cathedral, and ended the day viewing a classical music concert in an old church:


 Market

 Wawel Castle and Cathedral
 Courtyard in the castle

 Entrance to the cathedral



 Statue of Pope John Paul the II...who was archbishop here.

 View of Krakow from inside the cathedral
Orchestra concert


Wroclaw:

Wroclaw my 3rd and favorite city to visit in Poland. It was smaller than the two previous cities, and ever so adorable.  We explored a couple museums about the cities history, spend an evening at the opera, shopped, and got thai massages during our stay in Wroclaw

Oh...and did I say just a few photos at the start of this post? I probably meant a few DOZEN. 

 The town square. I love town squares.

 Old Town  Hall
 The Opera

 We saw Chopin the Opera. It was about Chopin's life...all in Polish, but still enjoyable! The music was pretty!

 Town square at night
 Gnomes were all over the city.



We ended out trip back in Warsaw. We checked out the Warsaw Uprising museum, and concluded the trip with a relaxing night in with room service!
 ...museum



All in all, I learned a lot, and thoroughly enjoyed my trip to Poland! 

-Gina






Auschwitz-Birkenau


Last week while I was in Krakow, Poland, I took a day trip to see Auschwitz-Birkenau...the largest network of concentration and extermination camps in the Holocaust during World War II.

I'm sharing photographs and my visit with the most sincerity and respect for the countless number of victims of the Holocaust, and for anyone in this world's history who has ever faced unimaginable atrocities for being who they are.

I know, you just might be thinking to yourself, "Gina is so bubbly and happy 97% of the time....why on God's green earth would she have an interest in learning and reading about such a depressing and scary part of World History?" Yeah, I don't know either.  I think because that ever since I was introduced to the Holocaust when I read "Number the Stars" by Lois Lowry in 5th grade, I've been confused by the event. I have never been able to understand how so many human beings can commit such horrific crimes toward their fellow beings.
So I suppose on a much smaller scale, it is like when you are given a Rubix Cube. You really want to figure it out, but it is challenging.  So you research....you google "how to solve", and watch youtube clips, until you solve it.  Well, I could never figure out the Holocaust, so since 5th grade I've read numerous biographies and autobiographies by survivors. I have always wanted to see the haunting places they have written about, so I did:

Auschwitz had 3 main camps; Auschwitz I, Auschwitz II-Birkenau, and Auschwitz III, as well as sub camps.  I went to Auschwitz I, and Auschwitz II-Birkenau.

Auschwitz I. :

   This is the entrance to Auschwitz I. The sign reads in German "Albeit Macht Frei", which means "Work makes one free." The Nazis lied about a lot.

 Prisoners were sent to Auschwitz I to work.  Though conditions and circumstances were lightyears from ideal, they had it slightly better than those who were sent to Birkenau. Birkenau was built to be an extermination camp, and the barracks were thrown together sloppily with wood, rather than having barracks made of bricks as pictured above.  Brick was a much better protection against the freezing winter weather.

 The camps were very heavily guarded.  There was no where to escape.  If one made it past the inhumane and hideous S.S. guards, they were faced with double barbed wire fences.  Often victims would throw themselves at the fences, knowing they would die in the camp, and didn't want to give the Nazis that satisfaction.

 One of the barracks housed artifacts once owned by the victims. These items included suitcases, children's toys, baby clothes, and shoes (above). Look at how many shoes! This was only a small small portion of the room filled with them.  The amount of each of the artifacts completely blew my mind.  The suitcases had family names on them, and addresses.  Before arriving to the camp, families thought they would be returning home after.  They were tricked into bringing their most precious valuables...which were confiscated and stolen by the Nazis upon their arrivals.  Most people did not survive longer than 2 months. One thing in this barrack that really terrified me was a long corridor, completely covered with photos of prisoners. These photos were just of the prisoners' faces, and listed their date of arrival to the camp, and their date of death. I did not read one that was there longer than 2 months before their date of death. Which is why many autobiographies I have read are from survivors who were there in 1944...toward the end of the war.   Some lasted for 1 day, 2 weeks, a month.  But all of their faces had the same terrifying expression.  Nothing in their enormously wide eyes except terror. No hair on their heads, and many scars on their sunken in cheeks. These photos were of men and woman, but no children. Children under twelve were immediately sent to death upon their arrival.
Another horrifying site was a room completely filled with human hair.  The Germans wasted nothing, and used the hair for textiles.

By the way, as you know, it was not just the Jews who were persecuted during the Holocaust.  Anyone who was not of the Aryan race, considered undesirable to Hitler, or anyone who opposed changes were also major targets.  I have read that the population at Auschwitz was not predominantly Jewish, as most Jews were murdered when they arrived.

This chilling building was a gas chamber.  About 300-400 victims at a time were told they were heading in to get a shower.  It took about 30 minutes for most of the victims to suffocate to death from the Zyklon B which was poured into a small square hole in the roof.  The gas chamber operated 12 hours a day, 7 days a week. And this was not the only gas chamber.  You can do the math, the numbers give me nightmares. 400 people at a time! Standing inside with a tour group of about 20 felt uncomfortable to me, it is impossible for me to imagine 400 inside. After the 30 minutes, the deceased and almost deceased were transported by their fellow living inmates to the crematory ovens, to be burned to ashes. These living inmates were known as the Sonnderkommando, and had the job of doing the Nazis' dirty work until it was their turn to die.  Yes, I said ALMOST deceased, which means that after nearly suffocating to death, some poor souls were then burned alive, among hundreds of their dead fellow inmates.  Absolutely horrific.
Remember when I mentioned that the Nazis didn't waste anything? They devised a system in the crematory ovens to drain and collect the little human fat that was left on the victims, which is believed to have later appeared in the camps "soap", "soup", "coffee", and "bread" given to the prisoners.


Auschwitz II.-Birkenau:
 Birkenau was much larger than Auschwitz I. It was built in a very swampy/marshy area. It was always very muddy, and of course the inmates did not have proper footwear, or proper clothing for that matter. Whatever the weather conditions, prisoners had the same old raggedy attire, or no attire, and disease and sickness was very prevalent.
 This is the entrance to Birkenau, and the train tracks which delivered the prisoners from all over Europe.

Prisoners arrived in carriages like this one...packed with about 100 people, and some after traveling for about 10 days. 10 days of no food, no water, no seats, no windows, no medicine, no toilets, and no idea what will become of their lives when the train stops.  People who were rounded up and put on these trains were tricked.  Some believed they were being relocated for a short time, and would return home after the war.  Some even had to pay for this train ticket. When the train stopped and the doors opened to reveal daylight for the first time in days, mayhem ensued. Families were instantly torn apart, never to see one another again.  There was man with a baton who, for each person, either pointed them to the left or to the right.  To the left meant immediate death in the gas chambers, and to the right meant they were sent to work under impossible conditions until they died. Of course, the new arrivals had no idea that the elderly, sick, and children under 12 were sent to the left to die.  They believed they were chosen to go to the camp with a lighter workload, given their state. In attempts to save their children from a heavy work load, many mothers claimed their children were under 12.

 As I said before, conditions at Birkenau were much worse than at Auschwitz I.  The barracks were thrown together with wood...a shelter that is even unacceptable  for animals. Internees were not protected from the weather,  and of course the barracks were plagued with lice and rats. They were so poorly thrown together, that today I believe only four of them are safe to go inside.

This is the inside of one of the barracks.  Notice the windows on the roof....they didn't have glass on them. They were completely open. There was absolutely no insolation to protect the men and woman from bad weather conditions.  The Nazis crammed 8-12 people per bed. Bed, not per bunk. Prisoners were lucky if a group of 8-12 received one drab, lice-ridden blanket. They slept right on the wooden boards.

For people who had to sleep on the bottom of some bunks, slept right on the floor.



 This was the latrine. Internees had five minutes in the morning, and five minutes in the evening to use the bathroom.  Up to 1000 people at time.  Cleaning the latrine was another job given to prisoners.  Their main cleaning tools were their hands.

 Here are the remains of a crematory oven, which the S.S. burned when they realized they were losing the war.  It was pointless to burn and try to hide what they had done, if you ask me.  Completely brainless morons to believe that no one would tell on them.

 This is a pond behind the remains of the crematory over. This is where the human ashes were placed. In front is a memorial.

Here is another memorial.
 The saying on this plaque was translated into every language spoken by the victims of the holocaust.


...so even after all of that, I still do not understand the Holocaust. I still don't understand how so many people went along with this. And yes, I've heard the excuses. It was "kill or be killed".  People were scared into such acts. I've heard of that evil dictator, brainwashing his people, making them think this will bring them better jobs, money, etc etc etc etc. I've heard it all, excuses, excuses. Doesn't matter, the excuses are unacceptable. 

And I am still confused. 

However, I do find comfort knowing that with the career I have chosen, I have the opportunity to ensure that students I teach are not ignorant to the world around them. I certainly am not perfect, and certainly cannot change the whole world and rid it completely of evil.  But I can teach my students the best I can to be kind toward everyone, and to contribute positively to the world. 

I don't care who or what you are; black, white, green, purple, tall, fat, short, skinny, jewish, muslim, christian, buddhist, gay, straight, etc....no one deserves to be treated any less of a human being, just for being themselves. That's it. 

-Gina


Here are a few books I have read recently about the Holocaust if you are interested:

"Five Chimney's" by Olga Lengyel
The author is a survivor from Auschwitz, and rarely leaves a detail out from her horrific experience. I wouldn't recommend this book if you have a weak stomach. 

"Surviving the Angel of Death" by Eva Kor
Eva was an identical twin and survivor, who was chosen with her sister by Dr. Mengele for cruel experiments at Auschwitz. This one is a quick read. 

"Night" by Elie Wiesel
The author is another survivor of Auschwitz, you can youtube an interview he has had with Oprah.









Friday, February 22, 2013

Meteorite Crashes and Such

No, I did not see, hear, feel, or even know of the meteorite crash that happened in Russia last week....until I read the Facebook statuses from friends across the globe in America. Thank God for my number one news resource. I was curious about this story...so I checked some online news sources besides Facebook. Here is what I found:

"How I Meteored Your Motheland"

Watch it.
And I'd be lying if I said there wasn't some truth to what Mr. Stewart has reported.



Mmmmmmmm, nice cold water, on a nice cold day in Russia. Sound refreshing? If by refreshing we mean the water was painfully freezing while sending me into an overdramatic panic fit....then yes. Quite "refreshing". Anyway, I jumped into this water for a charity where all the proceeds went to the homeless in Moscow.  So many people who did this plunge before me made it look absolutely effortless.  Some swam all the way to the end and back! Do you see the wooden railing toward the front of this picture? I made it about 5 inches beyond that. Once I was submerged up to my chin, I ungracefully freaked out, and was out of the water faster than I made the insane decision to move to Russia.


According to one of my outspoken 2nd graders, here is the world. The big green clump toward the top is Russia, the big clump underneath is Germany....far to the right is America....and over to the left is France.
We have got some work to do with this one.

In 3rd grade we had a unit on inventions and discoveries. I thought it most appropriate to learn about the invention of the toilet.
I had the students draw a picture and write a sentence about what we would do if we did not have toilets. Here is one that I got:
In case you can't read Russian kid writing.... this child wrote "I think pipol go to forest and go to toylet"
Yes, yes this assignment was mostly for my own amusement.



And now I will leave you with a couple video clips with my number one favorite child in Russia.  This is the little boy I have been tutoring since October.  When we started lessons, he could barely say "how are you"...but he impresses me every week with how much English he has retained from our previous lessons! Though he can be quite rambunctious...he still tries hard and I'm always so proud of him! Here we are reviewing preposition flashcards:












Have a fabulous weekend!
TGIF

-Gina

Sunday, January 27, 2013

Long time, no post! Oops!

I'm still alive.
I've just abandoned my little blog for about a month, thats all!

Basically, the moment my plane touched down in Moscow from the holiday break, I got to work. Airplane to classroom.
Not really. That's just a small exaggeration to make you think I am superhuman.
Really though, I got back to Moscow on a Tuesday, napped from 3pm-11pm, fell back asleep at 5am (on Wednesday now), and ever so cheerfully woke up at 6am to get ready for work. Add the fact that Moscow is 9 hours ahead of the land I was coming from and I was mending the flu...and well at least I still think I am superhuman.

I've decided to blame every mistake for the next month or so on jet lag.

Being welcomed back to school with a slew of gifts at my desk from students/parents from New Year's, made my first day back to work in the state I was in seem OK.




  Since I've started teaching here, I've constantly been tweaking my teaching style and classroom management plan to benefit my sanity. (I've said it before, I'll say it again to remind you: teaching ESL to a bunch of unruly children who are not very familiar with the word "no", is more challenging than you'll ever think). I don't mean this in a negative way when I say: I feel like I'm training a bunch of puppies. They don't understand everything I say (like puppies), they pee in the house (like puppies) they are small (like puppies), they are adorable (like puppies), they are annoying (like puppies), so you must train them with repeated commands and routine (like puppies), and over time they will get used to that structure and those commands, and become less annoying as they respond to said structure and commands (just like puppies....get my comparison?) Needless to say, by Friday evenings my energy level is practically on empty.

  Here is a change my roommate and I have decided to do upon our return in January: co-teach! Two is better than one.  She teaches kindergarten and preschool.  We've decided that I will co-teach her kindergarten classes with her, and she will co-teach my craft classes with me. In Russia, kindergarten is really like American preschool, and Russian preschool is like American kindergarten. The two are flip flopped. So along with teaching conversation and craft classes to 1st, 2nd, and 3rd grade, I am now also teaching little 3 and 4 year olds!

    The tiny ones can be a handful if you teach them by yourself, so Ashley is relieved to have another set of hands in the kindergarten. As Ashely studied Art Education, I am more than relieved to have her in my craft classes. There is nothing more annoying than giving non-fluent in English 6 year olds scissors and glue all by yourself...as they sing "Jingle Bells" and "Gangnam Style" all year round.
 
    I'm enjoying teaching the babies (3 and 4 year olds). They barely know Russian yet, let alone English...but most are super sweet and cute.  I don't think most of them grasp the concept of other languages. They will just "blah blah blah" at us in Russian....and must thing I'm some kind of alien when I respond in English.  Since they are 3 and 4 years old, most Russian they speak is super simple...so I find myself understanding much of what they say! I've been understanding phrases such as "I'm a little girl", "I want___", "I don't want___", "more", "what's that?", and my favorite, "leave".

   I can understand some small things my older students say as well. For example, I understood when I heard a 1st grader using the Russian "b word" in the locker room after gym one day. Boy was she shocked that I caught her.

   Many of my 1st graders have younger siblings in the kindergarten. The girl in the previous story is an older sibling to the boy in kindergarten who uses the Russian word for "leave" often.

Check out these icicles outside my 1st grade window.

    I've decided to come to Moscow for at least one more school year.  Why you ask? Because the yogurt and sour cream are phenomenal here.

  Other reasons include: I'm not done traveling. What is the point of learning the bit of the Russian language and culture I've learned...then leaving. Where else will I go for a long period of time where they speak Russian? Also, call me crazy (I know I am), but I like winter weather. Snow is pretty and ice skating is my new happy place.

   Here's a laugh for anyone who really knows me. I joined a sport. It's called broom ball. I think its kind of like ice hockey. No skates, but on an ice rink. I fall a lot...which is part of the fun. It doesn't hurt as I'm all suited up like the mighty ducks.

   Yes, it is true that I wore a helmet in my high school gym class playing basketball, and yes, it is true that when I played soccer when I was 5 and my dad was my coach I chased him around the field shouting "Daddy pick me up! Daddy pick me up!"...then played Barbies on the sidelines. But that was the old Gina, and is in the past. So we'll just let that go.

 View from my balcony Friday evening. Nice and clear sky! :)

   Bad news. I turned 23 on Thursday.  According to Blink 182, "nobody likes you when you're 23". ("Whats My Age Again?" by Blink) Its going to be a rough 361 or so more days.


 I woke up prematurely on this morning...to this view from my bed of the big ole moon out my window.


I had to run an errand today near Red Square. Thought I'd snap a photo on this clear day. Minus that pollution to the left, I think it is a lovely photo.

-Gina

P.S. I remember in my last post (the one about Berlin), I said I was going to look for good books to read about the Berlin Wall. I said to inquire if you were interested in what I find. I believe everyone is interested in what I've discovered, but no one inquired. Maybe because you're all shy. So I'll just tell you the book I found...take the pressure of asking me off your shoulders. The book I'm reading is called "Stasiland" by Anna Funder.  I am reading it on my beautiful new iPad mini. Its true story about a journalist in I believe the late 90s. She is from Australia but living in Berlin, and she tells stories of Germans she has spoken to about their lives while the wall was up. Interesting read, I'm enjoying it.