Showing posts with label Gdynia. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Gdynia. Show all posts

Saturday, 26 October 2024

Five hours in a museum.

The entry ticket reads 11:05; I check my phone on leaving – it says 16:05. So I spent five hours in a museum, and to be honest, an extra 30 minutes could have come in handy, but there was a train to catch. 

The museum in question is Gdynia's Emigration Museum. The initial plan was to pop in, do it, and go for a seaside walk around the shoreline to the cliffs to the south, at Redłowo and Orłowo. But the museum proved so compelling that rushing it proved impossible. Around 14:00 I checked the time and realised that three hours had passed and there were still several sections still to visit!

Sadly, Wikipedia's English-language page fails to convey just how impressive the museum is:

The Emigration Museum (in Polish: Muzeum Emigracji) is a museum located in the city of Gdynia, Poland. Opened to the public on 16 May 2015, it showcases 200 years of Polish emigrations, from the 19th century to modern days. It is located in the former Maritime Station, which from the 1930s until 1979 was a transit building from which thousands of Polish emigrants left for their new homelands. The building was refurbished in mid-2014 at a cost of PLN 49.3 million.

Neither does the museum's website do it justice; Google helpfully suggests setting aside 1.5 to 2 hours to visit the place, located inside the old ocean terminal building of the port of Gdynia.

Why did it resonate with me so much? Why such an amazing museum it undersell itself?

I soon realised that it's vastly more than just about emigration. It is about that – but also it's about deportations, ethnic cleansing, exile and escape. Above all it tells the story of tens of millions of Poles, uprooted by circumstance or choice. It is, rather, a museum of Polish history explained through the prism of the mass-movement of human beings. At the outset, I'd imagined that the stories told would not involve me – but there, in one of the very first exhibits, was a photo of the school my mother attended in Palestine in 1943, and in that photo – can't read the tiny names... isn't that my aunt, Irena?

The museum takes on a historical journey from the late middle ages through to Poland's accession to the EU in 2004, and starts by setting out Poland's geopolitical and ethnographic situation at the height of its ascendency as a European power in the 17th century. Historically a refuge for the persecuted, including Jews, Catholic Scots, Mennonites and Evangelists, Poland switched to become a source of net emigration after it was partitioned at the end of the 18th century.

The brutally suppressed insurrections against Russian rule in 1831 and 1863 drove many Poles to emigrate, but the largest and longest wave of Polish emigration was from Galicia, the southwestern part of the country under Austro-Hungarian rule, in the second half of the 19th century. While the tragic story of the Irish potato famine and the wave of emigration that it spurred is well known, I did not know that potato blights and other famine events hit Galicia with regularity at that time, the last famine there being in 1913. Rural overcrowding, poverty and lack of opportunity drove generation after generation to leave their places of birth and seek a better life abroad.

The exhibition here goes into great detail about the typical emigrant journey, from a poor village outside Rzeszów to Chicago in the 1890s. The introduction of the steamship from the 1860s on, and America's willingness to take in the huddled masses, led to a huge flow of emigrants from Poland, as well as Italy, Ireland and Germany. This phenomenon shaped the US into the country it is today. Without such a huge boost to its the labour force and consumer market, the US would never have established itself as a global industrial and military power by the start of the 20th century. 

Below: a model of Polish steamship, the MS Batory, which plied the Atlantic between 1935 and 1971. During WW2, it served as a troopship for Allied forces. [The Batory should not be confused with the later TSS Stefan Batory, in service with the Polish shipping line between 1952 and 1988.]

Below: exhibit showing the journey from New York to Chicago. Also of note are the exhibits showing the glamour, bustle, excitement and sophistication of New York and Chicago by the end of the 19th century – and the contrast with poverty stricken Galicia.

The culture shock that met rural Poles on their first contact with New York at that time – already a city of 4m inhabitants – with its skyscrapers, overhead railways, department stores, entertainment and restaurants is made clear. But to get there, one had to be filtered through Ellis Island, where all third-class migrants were screened for disease, criminality, and later, literacy. Some 2% of all newcomers were put back on ships bound for Europe. But most were allowed in after facing many hours of indignity. Chicago beckoned many Poles, the meat-packing yards needed manpower. Poles fanned out across the States, got rich, but never quite forgot their homeland.

Less well-known are the stories of Poles who emigrated to Latin America in the 19th and early 20th centuries. There's a section about Ernest Malinowski, the engineer who designed the Trans-Andean Railway in Peru, and fascinating snapshots of life in rural Polish communities across Brazil at the time.

WW2 is focused on – the mass deportations of millions of Poles into the USSR and Nazi Germany; the forced labour camps; the resettlement at the war's end; the fate of those who returned to communist Poland; the wanderings of Poles with Anders' army and Polish government in exile – all these stories are thoroughly told through many voices (you can listen on headphones while scrolling through photos and letters). Much is told about the London government in exile and its role in keeping alive the flame of a free Poland, and Radio Free Europe and the BBC World Service Polish section are also mentioned. These were people of my parents' generation, political refugees rather than economic migrants.

Of greatest relevance to Poles today are the two galleries showing life in communist Poland and the fall of communism. The many attempts to escape, the trading routes across the communist bloc (going on holiday to Bulgaria, East Germany, the USSR or Hungary to sell Polish products in short supply there and bring back goods in plentiful supply on those markets but lacking in Poland), and the day-to-day difficulties in life in an oppressive and inefficient system and beautifully portrayed. The role of Pope John Paul II in the struggle against communism is highlighted, including his visit to London to meet Polish emigres living there (at which I was present). The Solidarity movement, founded down the coast in Gdańsk, is also explained in detail, in the context of how it was supported by Polish communities around the world.

The final section is about the most recent wave of emigration – after Poland joined the EU. Complex and nuanced, the museum brilliantly shows the upsides and downsides of emigration. It is worth going to Gdynia to see – but to get the most out of it, set aside at least five hours!

Emigration policy will become a crucial test for every rich-world government. Those that do it right will prosper – those who either close their doors or else let everyone in will not.

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Friday, 28 June 2024

Tadeusz Lesisz – the exhibition

It's quite something to see the name of one's father-in-law in large letters on the front of a national museum! To Gdynia on a family trip for the opening of an exhibition dedicated to the life and times of Tadeusz Lesisz, naval officer and architect. The exhibition will be on for six months, right up to the end of this year, taking in the 15th anniversary of his death. [My obituary of Tadeusz Lesisz is here.]


Left: Aleksander Gosk, deputy director of the Polish Naval Museum in Gdynia, making the opening speech at the event. Mr Gosk made the point that Tadeusz Lesisz was a real-life Private Ryan, in that all three of his brothers were killed during the war. Below: my wife Barbara, Tadeusz's younger daughter, takes guests around the exhibition; to her right are pre-war photographs of Tadeusz's brothers, Edward, Edmund and Feliks. Two were murdered by the Soviets at Katyń, one was murdered by the Nazis. Edmund's Virtuti Militari (Poland's highest military decoration), is on display, which he was posthumously awarded for leading the only Polish attack into the territory of the Third Reich during the September 1939 campaign.
 


Below: Barbara in front of a post-war photo of her father, by then Lieutenant-Commander, and a map with the main campaigns in which he took part, and his medals. He was the artillery officer on board the ORP Dragon during the Normandy campaign, shelling German gun emplacements on the shore, before it was sunk by a German manned torpedo. During the heroic defence of Cowes on the Isle of Wight on 4-5 May 1942, the fierce anti-aircraft fire from the ORP Błyskawica that he directed kept the town and its docks from suffering as badly as might have been feared. He was also artillery officer on the Blyskawica during the Allied landings in North Africa, Operation Torch, where the the ship was hit by a German bomb, resulted in many killed and wounded. 


The exhibition covers the early years of Tadeusz Lesisz (born 10 February 1918), the youngest of 13 (and nine surviving) children of Franciszek and Wiktoria Lesisz. He entered the Polish cadet corp and by the outbreak of WW2 was a cadet officer in the Polish Navy, assigned to the ORP Burza, which along with other Polish naval units was attached to the Royal Navy, alongside which the Polish sailors fought, from the beginning of the war to its end. By 1941, he was the artillery officer on the ORP Błyskawica.

Left: another emotional moment; the ensign from the ORP Błyskawica which draped Tadeusz Lesisz's coffin at his funeral service. His grandson Edmund looks on. He would have been proud of the work his daughter has put into keeping his memory alive – in Poland, as well as on the Isle of Wight, and with the Atlantic and Arctic convoys.

Below: the ORP Błyskawica. The museum laid on a special friends-and-families tour for those who had attended the opening of the exhibition, the highlight of which was visiting the ship's upper superstructure, including the bridge and the gunnery control centre.

Below: the gunnery control centre, with Admiralty Fire Control Clock to the left. It was from here that Tadeusz Lesisz would command the ship's guns.


Below: on the bridge, Moni poses by the ship's wheel.


As we stepped off the Błyskawica, the most intense deluge opened up; it was only 400 metres to our hotel but we got soaked to the skin. Given that I travel light and had no change of clothes, I had to blast myself with the hotel-room hair dryer to be in a state to attend the dinner that took place in the restaurant above the museum.


The exhibition is beautifully and clearly laid out (outstanding design and execution), and though I've dwelt on Tadeusz Lesisz's wartime service, it also shows his post-war work as an architect in England, reproducing some of his designs for schools, hospitals and churches across the North-West. The exhibition also stresses his engagement with the Polish community in the UK, ex-combatants' associations, and his support for the Solidarity movement in Poland, especially after martial law. An exhibition of this kind shows the lives of the people behind institutions such as the Polish navy, and the wealth of materials from his life that have been brought back to Poland, serving to show this heritage, is the credit of his daughter Barbara, who has put in so much time and effort to make this important exhibition a reality.

If, dear reader, you happen to be in Gdynia this summer or autumn, I commend a visit to the Polish Naval Museum and the ORP Błyskawica.

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Friday, 10 May 2024

Gdynia

I really like Gdynia. Not only because it's by the sea, located next to the resort of Sopot and historic Gdańsk (which together with Gdynia form the Trójmiasto or Tri-City), but because the lie of the land, and its architecture. Steep hills rise up from the beach, there's the port, the shipyards, the modernism of one of Poland's interwar grands projets; once inland, a coastal strip of road and rail with buildings on either side – and then beyond that, a national park stretching far inland.

This is a good one; flats along one side of road rising up a hill, cresting to its peak...

...And from the peak, downhill through a wooded canyon to the beach.

Below: if you follow the signpost in the above photo ('DOJŚCIE DO PLAŻY') it will take you down to the beach via this delightful footpath through a wooded canyon.


Below: on the beach. It's possible to leave Warsaw at 9am, arrive in Gdańsk at noon, get some business done, travel onto Gdynia in the early evening, check into your hotel, and go for an stroll along the Baltic coast while there's still plenty of daylight left. On the horizon: the port of Gdańsk.

Down by the jetty, I espy many ships in the bay. This one, the Ragna, is a feeder ship, plies its trade between Gdynia and Teesport, UK. Along the horizon, the Hel peninsula.


A word about Tri-City trains; Gdańsk, Sopot and Gdynia are connected by a first-rate rail transport network. On my way between Gdańsk Główny and Gdynia Redłowo (21km/13 miles), I bought a ticket for the local SKM service, which cost me 6.75zł (£1.35) with 25% senior's discount. The train departed just as I reached the platform – no matter, the next one was in seven minute's time. However, I was irked by probably the most absurd platform numeration ever; tracks 501 and 502 on a line with just four tracks. Below: two passengers checking their timetable apps to ensure that what they are seeing is real. It is.

I arrived yesterday in Gdańsk in perfect sunshine, I depart today with refreshing sea-drizzle spread over Gdynia. Even in poor weather, Gdynia retains its maritime charm that reminds me of northern Spain, Bilbao and Santander. Below: interwar modernism, and a trolleybus under wire. Note the Ukrainian flag still flying in solidarity. Much of Gdynia's public transport consists of trolleybuses and electric- or electric-hybrid buses. The city prides itself on its green credentials. 

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Sunday, 10 March 2019

Photo round-up of the week

A busy week - a quick catch up from Jeziorki, Warsaw and Gdynia. Below: progress on ul. Karczunkowska's viaduct - will it be ready and open by the end of June, or will yet another deadline slip?


Below: what on earth is an Air Belgium Airbus A340 doing over Warsaw? Turns out its been leased by LOT Polish Airlines to stand in for one of its Dreamliner fleet that's currently undergoing routine maintenance. Last October I snapped an A340 from Maltese airline Hi Fly stepping in for another Dreamliner.


Below: the new face of Nowa Iwiczna - new station, new signage, new(ish) houses, still displaying 1990s-style pasteloza ('pastelosis'). The whole thing fits together well; my tastes are not offended. It would have been even nicer for the houses to have had another floor, raising them a bit higher above the platforms.


Left: the Błękitny Wieżowiec ('Blue Skyscraper') on Plac Bankowy. It stands on the site of the Great Synagogue of Warsaw, blown up by the Germans in 1943. Construction of the skyscraper began in 1965, but was suspended shortly after the main structure was erected. Work resumed in 1988 and was completed in 1991. The facade, made of reflective float glass (the first in Warsaw), reflects the blue sky on clear days, giving rise to the building's name. The skyscraper is 120m high and has 28 storeys. Currently owned by UK firm First Property Group, managing part of the Universities Superannuation Scheme - the pension fund for British professors and lecturers.

Right: the Palace of Culture seen from the base of the podium where communist dignitaries would take the salute during military march-pasts and 1st May parades. Now Plac Defilad functions as an open-air long-distance coach station, lacking the amenities (and it must be said, the smells) of Warsaw's Zachodni coach station. The temporary structures at the north end of Pl. Defilad have all been pulled down; we still await the rebuilding of Dom Meblowy Emilia to the north of this space.

Below: Varso tower (cranes, blue sheeting around uppermost stories) nears the half-way mark (I can count around 25 floors - it will end up having 53). Snapped from 22nd floor of Rondo ONZ 1 tower.

Below: back to Jeziorki. 06:50, Friday, 8 March, International Women's Day - and someone has decorated the Trombity bus shelter with drawings of flowers in the frost and dust.


Below: the major water retention and drainage project halfway down the line between W-wa Dawidy and W-wa Jeziorki. Nearing completion, but still a lot of finishing work to do.


Below: on the site of the former ballast mountain (land owned by PKP PLK), a new hill has arisen, this time made from spoil from various earthworks around here.


Below: on Tuesday night I arrived in Gdynia for a conference, and I had just enough time over lunch to pop out and snap the ORP Błyskawica, on which my late father-in-law served as artillery officer. Good to see the ship - now a museum - looking so well!


The Błyskawica played a major part in beating off a Luftwaffe attack that would have devastated the port of Cowes on the Isle of Wight on 4-5 May 1942.


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Wednesday, 11 June 2014

Gdynia's beach, early in the morning

To Gdynia as the first speaker in a morning seminar. The obvious mode of transport - night train. However, the train arrived at Gdynia at 05:24; the conference started at nine. So after a nutritious breakfast at the Scottish restaurant (an excellent one has just opened in Gdynia's main station), I took the SKM train two stops south to Gdynia-Redłowo, from which I walked to the beach. I was surprised by the weather - it was meant to be foggy and cool. But no - sunshine and warmth. Ideal pre-seminar beach weather.


I was on the sea front some time after six. There was still some low, thin cloud, but this burnt off very quickly. Removing shoes and socks and rolling up suit trouserlegs, I waded into the Baltic - warm and pleasant, the sound of the waves bringing back atavistic memories of Man, the aquatic ape.


Below: take a good look at the horizon. Fata Morgana? A coral atoll sinking under the rising seas? This is Hel, as seen from the beach at Gdynia, just across the bay. (Click to enlarge). Just the tree tops and spires are visible from the peninsula. Quite different from the view from the cliff-top (see left-hand side of horizon on top photo).


Below: heading back from the beach towards the seminar venue, the Pomeranian Science and Technology Park. The Redłowo district of Gdynia reminds me of a cross between Warsaw's Saska Kępa and San Francisco. My guess is that the location of this part of town - between the business area and the beach - will make this a highly sought-after district to live in.


Finally a moan about the railways. On Monday evening my journey home from the office took 135 minutes rather than the usual 50. One train cancelled, the next one 40 minutes late. Yesterday, my night train to Gdynia arrived in Warsaw 40 minutes late, but arrived in Gdynia exactly on time, curtailing the length of my sleep to a less-than-adequate five and half hours. And today my train from Gdynia got me home 105 minutes behind schedule. Nearly four hours of delay in 48 hours. Entirely unacceptable. I note that LOT Polish Airlines is cutting its prices on internal flights to compete with the railways. This will be good for the traveller!

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Thursday, 7 March 2013

Gdynia Główna station after its remont

Although I had to be in Gdańsk this morning, I did not relish arriving there at 5am on the night train from Warsaw. My ticket was for Gdańsk, but I paid a small consideration to travel onto Gdynia, from where I'd return to Gdańsk in good time for the event I was moderating. This gave me 45 minutes extra sleep on the train, which was welcome.

At Gdynia, I found the station I'd last visited the previous summer fully reopened after its comprehensive remont. The post-war architecture has been sensitively restored to something approximating its original state, though with contemporary white-on-blue signage and raised floor guide-markings for the visually impaired.

Arrival at Gdynia Główna, just before six am. My night train is on the left.

One of the five restored mosaics; this one depicts the coastal economy.

Waiting room and ticket hall

Mosaic with the winged wheel symbol of PKP, Pegasus, and the Zodiac.

The station frontage: façade as seen from Gdynia's Pl. Konstytucji.
Mosaics from 1957 had been uncovered and the socialist-realist lamp fittings are working. And the crisp, cloudless morn, shortly before sunrise, offered the ideal conditions in which to admire the restored station.