CV

 

Until I was 12 I lived in Kałuszyn, a little town near Mińsk Mazowiecki. Since the earliest age I was helping my parents in the shop, selling salt, raisins , filling bottles with paraffin. When I was eight, I was riding my little bike 5 kilometers to Mrozy and was buying there wagons of coal, lime and artificial fertilizers and organized transport of them to Kałuszyn - that means I was riding my bike through Olszewice village and knocking to windows of peasants` houses , they were into the horse transport and later supervising unloading the products and transporting them to our store.  Maybe this is a funny introduction to the CV of a person knowing numerous cases of marvelous achievements of genius children (e.g. Leibniz at the age of 15 went to the university and at the age of 20 finished his Ph. D. Thesis and was offered the position at the cathedral of law)  - but I mentioned it because I memorize this period of my life with a real sentiment and I think that as early as them my ACTIVITY started to show up just to accompany me through all my life.   

         

When I was 12 we moped to Warsaw and in 1939 I Got to the best secondary school of BATORY, but the Germans soon commandeered its buildings for the use of school for German children, so we moped to Three Crosses Square to " Blinds" and later for so called "komplety" (kind of secret learning). Later my father placed me in trade school of Merchant Association on Wilcza 41.

 

At the age of 16 I found myself in  AK, I choose my nickname "Lyrical", and my best friends called themselves ROMANTICAL (Mikołaj Giœ - died some time ago )and POETIC (Stefan Stopiński - lives in Warsaw) - we choose such nicknames probably because of our interest in reading and poetry. Later there was secret cadet training, secret lectures and departures in premise, usually into the forests near Otwock.  I was the only one who had his own weapon. PARABELLUM - my  younger brother Tadeusz bought it from someone in Kałuszyn and gave it to me as a present  - that was really something, having a gun, and it bound to…killing! I remember how proud I was to show it one day to my older sister and asking her if she knew what two cutting on flask meant? There were many, many unbelievably exciting impressions, events, moments and days, miraculously lucky gifts of FATE during all the time of occupation, before and during Uprising, finished with a cannon ball explosion in the frame of the window where I was holding the post.  Our campaign was staying then on Chmielna street, between Marszałkowska and Sosnowa streets. On the third floor of one of the houses opposite POLONIA hotel we used to have our post and one day, probably on 7^th or 8^th September I heard a specific whistle of a bullet approaching and before I could hear explosion I lost consciousness . In the cellars on the corner of Sosnowa and Złota we had a little hospital and I was told that I used to spend there many days, half-conscious, screaming like madman. My father was not a soldier and he was sitting with me days and nights, helping me a lot.  I don`t remember much from this time, but I clearly remember one doctors` conversation, talking abort my leg, I fit should be amputated or it still can wait. My leg was saved finally and it was my faithful companion in  long-distance trips and in the disco. Later there was CAPITULATION, father went with noncombatants , and, injured patients and doctor were taken in a very elegant way by sanitary train (wagons with beds covered with clean white bed clothes) to a hospital camp in Zeithein. It was interesting to live in this camp and later in POW camp. In Zeithein I met a friend from school and AK, Zygmunt Pawłowski, at the moment black friar. He stayed in Zethein and was freed by the Russians while I was moved to Muelberg due to the orders of colonel Strahl, and later I was freed by the Americans.  Later i live in a camp for former POWs in Nordheim .From this place I started visiting Germany and Europe, they looked terrible, really horrible, towns next to towns and all in ruins. Soon I took up some trade - I was bringing from Brussels loads of cigarettes and a little coffee, and to Brussels we were carrying (a had a cooperator, Konstanty Misztal, died some time ago) suitcases full of German notes. Over a year after my freeing I found myself in a hospital because o an illness, but just then I had a first attack of epilepsy. Since then, every 4-5 months at night, during sleep, I had series of attacks - the last one I had in Mokotow prison in 1968. Besides, even earlier, Chile in POW camp I started to suffer from tuberculosis, and I was ill for 10 years, I was curing this with different methods, mostly in Otwock hospital.  Because of my heath condition if came back home, to Warsaw and Kałuszyn from Germany in 1947. After my returning, my brother Tadeusz presented me another parabellum, and I didn`t know what to do with it. Before burying it in the garden, like an idiot, I show it to Stefan the Poetic and probably to Zygmunt the Jur, I was very, very lucky, if they have told about it I would finish dead in jail.

But I lost my friends - Stefan stopped contacting with me which was quite right, and Zygmunt became a monk and I didn`t see him for almost 50 years.  I have never dug out my parabellum.

 

In 1947-1948 I tried to study at Warsaw School of Economics but I quitted before I passed at least two terms.

 

In 1948 - 1951 my father started cooperating with The Wojtyœ family, and he took me to the business as well, at first we built little WESTERB BAR on Towarowa street and later LITTLE CRISTAL , at the corner of Aleje Jerozolimskie and Bracka street, just in the place where now is ORBIS ! Of course, they were one-floor buildings, all Warsaw of that time was one-floor only. To build you had to clear the ruins first, tens of lorries were taking that away! I remember that we did not run these . They took everything, father and Mr. Wojtyœ tried to save something, like cutlery, but they had to give everything back! We lost a lot of money.

In 1951 I had to run away from Warsaw because of the mob, and at first I went to Długopól Zdroj, where I married my sister`s friend Barbara Pogonowska: in 1953 our daughter Elżunia (Lizie) was born, we moved to Poronin and Zakopane and in 1955 our sweet, little baby daughter died. I think it was because of doctor`s malpractice, they did not recognize appendicitis! Soon after this TERRIBLE DISASTER our son Tadeusz was born. He is 45 now, married, but with no children. We also did not have any more children. 

In 1955 I  joined an enterprise - discount of fruits and vegetables - one again in Warsaw. Pity that I did not stayed in Podhale , I would miss a lot of tragedies.

In 1956 within political thaw and "green light" for private initiatives  I made a deal with administrator of possession in Aleje Jerozolimskie 51 - in spot where now is MARIOT - Theme were one-floor shops then , and I cleaned the ruins and renovated bigger local Theme - I also Got all the necessary permissions and in the middle of 1957 I opened Warehouse of Shoemaker and Leather Articles - the best season in this branch is December, I prepared to it very well, large local was full of products, for a bank loan I bought in public fabric a wagon of shoemaking pegs and…

 

On the 1^st December 1957, at six o`clock in the morning I was pulled out from a bed by militia and without any bench warrant and with no reason they took me and I landed in prison in Mokotow. They say many people were imprisoned then with no reason. I was sitting in a large cell of triple-decked beds , together with a few tens of other prisoners. I was let free in January without Word of explanation or even "sorry" for unjustified imprisonment. After doming back home I found out that one of my brothers and my brother-in-law broke into the warehouse and during three weeks of December, before Christmas, sold out all the goods I had in store - unfortunately they did not have any Money to pay me back!

Next part of my CV can be fund on many sub-pages  and in the documents, e.g. in the prosecution act against me from 1965 or in a documental book :Prosecution Act" and in the other proofs of COMUNIST CRIME (legal name - Act of Institute of National Remembrance).