I was a secure man for many years. I worked for the Army as Director of Pools, and I was respected as a smart, old Auschwitzer. I had two cousins very high up in the communist party. So I acted like I was with the communists, but I wasn’t. If the Russian soldiers stop you on the street because you’re drunk, or something else, you smile to the major and talk enthusiastically.
The Museum of the History of Polish Jews opened in April 2013, but really just opened a main exhibition March 2014. While it is not part of Henry’s history, it is a part of Warsaw’s history considering that in 1939 there were 450,000 Jews living in Warsaw, more than in any other European city. Except for those saved, I believe most were killed in the gas chambers, if they didn’t starve or die of disease in the ghetto first.
Henry again flips through the brown photo album, and shows me pictures of his swim teams, and a set of three pictures showing him going off the high dive. He is remarkably fit, dare I say buff? Let’s just say I was impressed at this athleticism. This man has truly been an athlete his entire life.
As we talked about travelling to other cities for swimming and water polo, Henry remembered a trip to East Germany.