Op-op, I jump from one tombstone to another. It’s spring and I’m springy, I’m in love, I passed all exams, the world’s smiling at me. Graves? Well, it’s Warsaw after all.
Recently I found a 1863 litograph by Felicien Rops. Its’ title (L’ordre r?gne ? Varsovie) could be roughly translated as “All quiet in Warsaw”. Eighty years after Ross created it the same silence fell upon Warsaw.
Same old story, it happens every several dozen years. Stakes, baricades, graves, mass executions, pits filled with dead bodies. And all over it streets and …