What can I say... Some historical persons are local spirits already. There are the streets by their name nearby, one may even find a bus stop. They are in the textbook as well. They are just very well-known names. Then one gets into the circumstances where the names finally become people with their complex deeds, words and fates (I’m clearly grateful to Raisa in this case). Then one meets other people because of this involvement, things happen and lead to more things. Then life returns to normal, only being a bit richer because of what one has experienced and learned.
And then, the hidden remains of the historical persons are suddenly discovered (just in time for DNA testing), the story gets told up to its end, and one-and-a-half century later I walk with them on their final earthly road, some steps separating me and the carriage.
And there is my city all around, reliving its innermost essence, being just what it grew to be, what it was in hundreds of years – the capital of Polish-Lithuanian Commonwealth, one of the twain. I think one would better try to see it. The photos are on FB, unfortunately to re-resize them is a bit too difficult (and can’t find a way to share an album decently). One photo here, however. The remains of the leaders of the Uprising, Sierakowski and Kalinowski.

And then, the hidden remains of the historical persons are suddenly discovered (just in time for DNA testing), the story gets told up to its end, and one-and-a-half century later I walk with them on their final earthly road, some steps separating me and the carriage.
And there is my city all around, reliving its innermost essence, being just what it grew to be, what it was in hundreds of years – the capital of Polish-Lithuanian Commonwealth, one of the twain. I think one would better try to see it. The photos are on FB, unfortunately to re-resize them is a bit too difficult (and can’t find a way to share an album decently). One photo here, however. The remains of the leaders of the Uprising, Sierakowski and Kalinowski.
