Postcards: Poland 1989

Dear Mom,

People waiting in line for days for meat, and for shoes, not even caring what they looked like. Dirty, filthy landscapes, with soot everywhere. In Krakow, people called secretively to us from around a corner, giving out their Solidarnosc propaganda. The worst was the trip to Auschwitz.



Margie B Klein: Retired from full-time environmental education, I am now working part-time as an interpretive naturalist / interpretive writer at a public lands site. My passion is sharing knowledge with those who might otherwise not be exposed to it.