Independence Day

11 November is my favorite National Day. Our story is about insurrections. I particularly liked the January Uprising. My sentimental reading is “Over the Mute”. From high school, I remembered that I learned the word “procrastinator” when I learned about the November Uprising. It came as a great shock to me to read A. Bocheński’s book “The History of Stupidity in Poland”. Someone maliciously twisted the title: “The history of stupidity in Poland. A. Bochenski. Autobiography.”

The main question of the author is: “How is it possible that Poland regained its independence in 1918 and not 1830 or 1864, since the armed effort of the Poles in 1918 was disproportionately small compared to previous uprisings.” Among the many dramatic people, I am particularly moved by Valerian Łukasiński, who was imprisoned in a SOLITARY cell for 46 years. Almost 20 years ago, the Rzeczpospolita Journal published an article written in memory of W. Łukasiński and a poem (I learned it by heart):

I was proud but proud of the proud, it does not pay off on the turf of the earth
Who’s depressed, beat it, and you win
But if it’s delicious with the pride of the rulers you play and if you look at them like wild animals
Above which you are given the sight of man
Horrible revenge on these animals awaits you
And you will wear you man their sewn