His father was imprisoned, I think in the 1950s, and sent to a Soviet
uranium mine. He was released after some years but died while fairly
young. At dinner one night he (my neighbor) got talking because he was
in my company and had been asking about such things, and also because
his cousin and family were visiting from Germany, and they both shared
the experience of escaping from Poland. And perhaps there was a glass of
wine involved. Anyhow, he told his father's story about dinner in the
camp, and how one particular sadistic trusty (I don't know the Polish or
Russian or even British name for a prisoner who collaborates with the
guards for better treatment) died as the result of an accident, probably
no accident at all, and that night a human skull turned up in the soup vat.
At this exact moment, his pretty wife (a classmate of my daughter's at
Harvard, as it happens) came out from the kitchen to ask whether we
wanted ice cream on our cake for dessert. Even as she spoke, she was
processing this story which she had heard while entering the room, and
the expression on her face was something to behold. In her right hand
she held a plate of chocolate cake by itself, and in her left the same
cake a la mode.
They have certainly livened up the neighborhood, though they haven't
been up much this winter. The previous owners never spoke to us. I once
saw them walking along the road with a baby carriage, and thought, Oh! a
grandchild, how nice! but on getting closer realized that it was a dog
in the carriage (pram).
Blue skies! -- Dan Ford USA
On 2/4/2012 12:58 PM, Cynthia Pukiello wrote:
> Hello Dan,
> Could not help but say a few words re;your neighbour & just how
> affluent these people are after all they have gone through & good luck
> to him ,you are e
> very fortunate to have such a neighbour.
> I am the widow of a polish man who was arrested aged 16 years & sent
> as a deportee to Siberia.
> Good wishes are sent to you & yours.
> Cynthia Pukiello (English UK).