Today is 15 years since the Smolensk tragedy.
I remember this day perfectly on April 10, 2010. The day that lies within me till today, moving me inside in the cry of despair, anger, anger, desire for revenge and at the end of pride, that our Poland was able to offer a touching farewell to all those who died in the Smolensk bombing.
I was inactive asleep erstwhile my parent woke me up with tears in my eyes and gave me that sad news. I didn't believe her, and I couldn't believe her until the authoritative confirmation that almost everyone from a government plane flying to Smolensk died. Almost, due to the fact that there were rumors that 3 people survived... but they were rapidly deposed.
The first feeling I felt at the time was the large sadness expressed by tears flowing down the warm cheeks. These tears could not halt flowing, and in this stream I listened to all the information about this tragedy.
Immediately and later there was anger and anger and the statement, "They killed us the president!". Right after that, I asked myself: "Who did it and only the Russians, or in cooperation with the ruling Poland?".
Because as I did today, I was convinced that this tragedy was not accidental and that the next fewer years only confirmed me. I think that immediately after the tragedy most Poles were besides consciously convinced that this was an assassination by power in Moscow. It was only later that the propaganda run of information and disinformation put many of us in uncertainty and made any of our society believe that it was only an accident and the guilty were pilots urged by the commanders to land in bad conditions and the "tank birch" hijacking wing of the aircraft.
Then on that day came any emptiness, a large emptiness as if my heart and soul were ripped out. I looked at objects around me without knowing it, staring at the wall and numbing automatically, doing any regular activities.
Reflection came later and I began to think about this peculiar death of many Poles, including the presidential couple. How symptomatic she was given the reason why they were flying to Smolensk: commemorating the death of Polish patriots murdered at the hands of the russian NKVD. What a unusual coincidence of dates and circumstances... How unusual is death, and what was it to show us and what should we understand?
But there was besides large pain in losing individual closest to me. I respected Mr.L. Kaczyński very much for what he did for Poland and for all of us, for this goodness coming from his eyes, for patriotism, for religion and Polish honour. I felt lonely, like an orphan, and I began to remember what he said, how he was on the global stage, our Polish and private life.
And about how the manufacture of contempt, ridicule and hatred from the environment of our Poland was launched.
I wrote a poem these days...
No words. There is memory and hope, and faith...
Oh... no words...
To the gestures of the past years,
To the courtship of the 3rd Republic by treason...
To the large despair of the country,
On a platformed wretch subjected to russian and Germanic rot...
Oh... no words...
For the pain caused to Poles in the country and in distant exile,
By the fear of cowards and traitors,
On the Smolensk execution done on the people closest to him,
A lie from russian hunters...
Oh... no words...
On lawlessness wrapped in the smallness of thousands of years of wandering,
For the vanity of the chosen and the eternal stateless,
For the sufferings of our Polish...
To mock the Cross in the fumes of false countess...
Oh... no words...
By the lying hypocrisy spreading hatred,
The contempt of the Polish national identity,
On vassalization and the slow failure of our Homeland,
On her fall, on a drastic scale...
But our memory, hope and faith,
Poland is and will be, as large as the Smolensk victim...
We'll get her back, she'll be reborn as always in glory and glory,
And the tragic Smolensk death will be the foundation in this work...
And there was emotion and strengthening. These crowds in Krakowskie Przedmieście gathering spontaneously, these tears that were identical to mine... and these thousands of candles burning in white and red.
And now it's time to return to our land to those who died and watched these Warsaw ceremony conducts while returning to the Polish land of the Presidential Couple... I cried, but I watched my Poland... How many of us are there I thought how many Polish patriots there are.
Then I believed again in our national spirit. I saw that Polish identity was not killed. She was dormant, and then she was reborn in us... and became the same as she was in our grandparents and Fathers who gave their lives, who fought for us to be arrogant Poles and live in our own country...
I besides remember that in patriotic environments we frequently felt alone, we felt powerlessness, resignation and marazmus. But then we showed that we were strong... the strength of those crowds standing along the way of the mourning procession. We have proved our strength... the strength of these tears upon the cheeks of so many young people. We were strong... the strength of all those words spoken and the power of the cry of silence...
At the time we were admired by the planet and we were not ashamed of the national flag of white and red, our history, tradition, our emotion. All of us Poles felt pride in Polishness. besides those who politically had a different imagination of Poland, but with Christian, European respect treated another man. And they loved Poland... with dignity silent over the graves and paying tribute to death... to affirming the decency of life. We had 1 thing in common at the time... despite the differences in previews we were Polish Patriots
Looking at these crowds of Poles ... again I believed that we would win our Poland and that we must be persistent in this quest, even for them, for the President, who died in the service of the nation and the state...
I thought then that seeing these crowds would be for president Lech Kaczyński the most beautiful thanks he could receive from his fellow countrymen... if he lived. I believe he did, however, and somewhere up there he whispered: Thank you...
And truly after so many years I am arrogant of Poles too. Empathically and with dedication we show our humanity helping Ukrainians in their war and exile misery. And we see what atrocities Russia is capable of with president W. Putin in the lead. And seeing all this is hard to get free of the intrusive thought: Since Russia is doing so today, specified an assassination of Smolensk would be a "walk" for her.
It's just that it's been many years since that tragedy and we haven't truly learned the fact about it.
I am skeptical and say that we will be waiting for this fact indefinitely for the disaster in Gibraltar on 4 July 1943, where 16 people were killed, including the Chief Leader of the Polish Armed Forces and the Prime Minister of the Polish Government in exile, General Władysław Sikorski.
Why would I think that?
After all, this assassination could most likely have had "various fathers", not only W. Putin and our Tusk rulers at the time. Yes, W. Putin and our native traitors had many reasons to get free of not only the president who was to run for this office again (fighting in elections with B. Komorowski) but besides many of those who flew with him. But our president and a large number of passengers were besides uncomfortable for both US B. Obama (US-Russia reset day) or the German EU. I inactive remember the "volcano explosion" which prevented many prime ministers and heads of Western states from arriving at the ceremony celebrations of our presidential couple. I remember just as much as U.S. president B. H. Obama played golf carelessly the day of the funeral...
