On the anniversary of the death of Grzegorz Przemik

On 12 May 1983, Grzegorz Przemyk - a elder was detained by a MO patrol in the Old Town in Warsaw and brutally beaten at the police station. He died 2 days later from injuries. The investigation into his death has been completely fabricated. The defendants were found guilty of his death by the ambulance crew who transported him from the police station to the hospital. In a fake trial, 2 innocent paramedics were sentenced to 1.5 and 2 years in prison. Only the collapse of the communist strategy allowed their rehabilitation. The fact has not yet been full discovered.

Grzegorz Przemyk, a young poet, was the only boy of the opposition poet Barbara Sadowska. It is suspected that the execution of Grzegorz Przemik was revenge on his mother: an incorruptible poet, a solidarity activist, tried and convicted respective times for political activity. The mourning mass at the church of St Stanislaus Kostka in Żoliborz was celebrated by Fr Jerzy Popieluszko; he was murdered on 19 October 1984.

On May 3, 2008, Grzegorz Przemyk was posthumously awarded the Knight's Cross of the Order of Polonia Restituta by president Lech Kaczyński.

The day you come for me

I won't brush my teeth.

I won't gotta change my clothes either.

I'll just wear my shoes.

For a long way

First show me the sun

We'll scope out to him.

And our characters will stay so

And we'll decision on.

Then show me the water.

We'll drink her.

Bended characters will be so

And we'll decision on.

Apples of Paradise

What hunger miraculously feeds and brings tender joy

In the shade of the trees we will eat

There will be no snake

They will be hugged under trees

And we'll take any fruit for the road

And we'll go on

You can't show me people.

And those you can't or can't

When the moon and the star fall

You'll take me to my place.

Where Earth's heart beats

Listened-up silhouettes hug her face

They'll stay.

And we'll go towards a immense rock.

Slowly we'll climb

And erstwhile we scope the summit

You'll see millions of falling or rising stars

But we won't have any wishes

We'll stand on the edge and not look at each other.

Our shadows will stay - possibly they will return

And we'll fly somewhere

If you come...