My mom woke me up. It was unusually quiet, even for a frosty winter morning Sunday. She looked very worried. I could tell she was not trying to panic and keep calm, but something was definitely wrong. She looked at me, as figuring out, how to break the news, and in a serious tone of voice announced: "I think, there is a war".
photo from "The Solidarity phenomenon"
"War?!!! But... I am so young...there could not be a war, I have to live my life first..." these were my very first thoughts, and I don't even remember if I said it out loud. Thousands of streaming thoughts were piercing my mind. "War? Like in 1939, when Nazis invaded? Did the Russians cross our borders? Would they be so arrogant and insolent? Are the other Warsaw Pact allies with them? Will they occupy, close the schools, churches? Are they arresting, killing, torturing people? Do I have anything in the house that I should worry about? Any underground bulletins, anti-communist brochures?" I prayed something like: "Oh God, help us"
After few moments we realized that we were cut off from the world. Although living in a popular communist version of apartment complex (bloki), there was silence, like never before. TV (those two channels that we had then) did not transmit anything. Only sadly torturing Chopin pieces in the radio.
I was walking from window to window. No people outside, neither on the balconies or by the windows. Fear invaded not only our country, but now my little apartment, my future, my imagination. "Revenge", I thought. "We crossed the line, THEY had to do something about it. This is it ".
Then we've heard an announcement on TV. Our general, Jaruzelski, with a typical monotony proclaimed "State of War" (Stan wojenny). Military coup. No traveling. No school for some time. No social meetings. Evening curfew. Telephone conversations censored. Restrictions. Choking up the leftover dreams for something better than this undignified existence.
I went to church. On the streets some armored vehicles, some ZOMO guys warming their hands over the street fires.
During the Mass solemn prayers. Thousands came. It seemed that everybody wanted to check out, if we will give up, if THEY will win. Some were crying, some devastated, many confused, many in rage.
This was my birthday. Not a happy one. I did not have a party. My sweet 16...
famous iconic photo taken by Chris Niedenthal, Newsweek reporter: armored vehicle standing by the movie theatre "Moscow", and the movie being advertised is "Apocalypse now" by Francis Copolla who was inspired by Joseph Conrad's "Heart of darkness"