Saturday, 27 August 2016

[The Life of Shaun #533] Beauty and the Beast

After far too long, Rachel came to visit this Summer for a few weeks.  We spent most of the time doing some good sittin' in a sweltering London, but took a side-trip to Krak贸w and Auschwitz in Poland.

Krak贸w, unlike much of Poland, was not heavily bombed in WWII, so the historic city is largely intact.  The city served as capital to various kings and governments (including the Nazis under occupation), and is full of handsome buildings and squares as a result.  The old city is largely pedestrianised, and its cobbled streets, once emptied of Poles and Jews to make way for new German residents, are filled with young, artistic locals, tourists from around the globe, and a few (but not too many) stag/hen does.

The historic Jewish Quarter (now home to only five Jewish families, I was told) is especially hip, with restaurants and galleries that could easily be in Shoreditch, especially if you steer clear of the most popular stag/hen streets.  We had fantastic food, the drinks were cheap, and everyone under middle age spoke English, so it was a very easy, and lovely, city to visit.

Like many visitors to Krak贸w, we spent a day at Auschwitz, the largest and most notorious of Nazi Germany's many extermination and labour camps.  "Auschwitz" is used to refer to what are actually three separate, and very different, concentration camps around the Polish city of O艣wi臋cim (Germanised to Auschwitz).

Auschwitz I was converted from Polish military barracks, and was the most coveted of the three locations.  Its buildings were brick and solid, so relatively better protected from the elements, and, other than for a period of experimentation, had no gas chamber, so internment there meant that you would be put to work, giving you a chance to survive.

The camp officials quickly realised that they could not kill and dispose of bodies quickly enough using the gas chamber at Auschwitz I, which was converted from a bunker, so they used the prisoners as slave labour to build Auschwitz II-Birkenau a few miles away.  This was a much, much larger camp with four massive custom-designed gas chambers.  This is the camp that is famous as "Auschwitz", where most of the mass executions took place, where Josef Mengele performed his experiments, and where the vast majority of the lucky ones chosen for work detail lived and died.

Auschwitz III-Monowitz met a commercial need; it was built to house the slave labour for IG Farben, a chemical and pharmaceutical conglomerate, which had a large rubber plant at the site.  Initially workers were marched daily from Auschwitz I and II, but that proved to be too inefficient as it was a lengthy walk and the prisoners were too tired to work as hard as required.  The site is still in use today, and IG Farben lives on, split up after the war into AGFA, BASF, Bayer and Sanofi.

The scale and terror of Auschwitz, and especially Auschwitz II, is shocking.  It's unknowable how many people died there, as they only registered those who were selected for work detail.  The vast majority of people were killed on arrival, and at peak capacity they could gas 6,000 people each day.  Even the lowest estimates put the death toll at over one million people, but whatever the number, it's unfathomable.  It's unbelievable that people could do this to other people, that one group could vilify another to the point of no longer considering them human.  In these times of Trump, Brexit and rising nationalism around the globe, it's vital to remember where this "us vs. them" ideology can lead.  We're only one generation removed from the horrors of WWII, but already forgetting its lessons.  

Shaun



The old city


A square in the old city, where drinks were had


St. Mary's Basilica, at the heart of Krak贸w


This is when Saturday started to go wrong...


Krak贸w makes the most of its Summers, with outdoor drinking and dining throughout the historic core.


In the Jewish Quarter


Krak贸w


The infamous "Arbeit macht frei", "Work sets you free", at the entrance to Auschwitz I


Nazi ideology


The barracks and other structures of the camps are horrendous enough, but it's possible to put a bit of emotional distance between yourself and an anonymous building.  The personal effects of people, however, cannot be detached.  When you see a suitcase, glasses or pair of children's shoes, you know they belonged to a person, someone who was almost certainly murdered shortly after being robbed of those possessions.


For me, the most gut-wrenching display was of piles of women's hair.  The Nazis sold the hair of women killed in the gas chambers to the German textile industry for 50 pfennigs a kilogram.  There were 1,950 kgs of hair on hand when Auschwitz was liberated.  How many women have to be killed to make 1,950 kgs?


When you hear stories of people living for years in the camps, they are the rare exceptions - most people lasted a few months at best.


In rare instances, some people did escape from Auschwitz.  As a deterrent, for each escapee, the SS would choose ten people at random to be put in a cell to starve to death.  Friar Kolbe was sainted after volunteering to go in another man's place.  After two weeks, the guards killed him as he still hadn't died.  The man he saved lived to see the liberation of the camp.


Poles and hooks where prisoners were tied up by their arms, behind their backs.


In all weather, even in the deep freeze of Polish Winter, the prisoners were made to stand outdoors for roll call.  Only the Nazi commander had any shelter from the elements.


Morning/evening roll calls were often preceded by a mass hanging for often minor infractions, as a warning to the others.


Rudolf H枚ss and other commandants of Auschwitz lived with their families in luxury just outside the camp's walls, so close you could see the prisoner blocks and old crematorium from the upstairs window. H枚ss's wife described the place as "paradise": they had cooks, nannies, gardeners, chauffeurs, seamstresses, haircutters and cleaners, most of whom were prisoners. The family decorated their home with furniture and artwork stolen from prisoners as they were selected for the gas chambers.


Inside the original gas chamber of Auschwitz I, where gassing techniques were tested before larger-scale killing was started at Auschwitz II.


A railway car used to bring in prisoners to Auschwitz II


As they retreated in defeat, the Nazis tried to destroy as much evidence as possible of their crimes.  Most of the barracks at Auschwitz II, especially those built later, were made of wood and burned down as the Nazis fled; only their brick chimneys remain.


This picture is taken from just outside one of the gas chambers at Auschwitz II.  In the distance was the entrance to the camp.  Far to the right stretched brick barracks, and even farther to the left wooden ones.  Originally those chosen for immediate death had to walk from the gate to the chambers, but this lessened the speed at which executions could take place, so the tracks were eventually extended right to the gas chambers.


Stronger inmates fought for the top bunks, whereas the weakest slept on the floor level.  Prisoners frequently were too ill to control their bodily functions, and their effusions would drip onto the levels below.  Prisoners were packed so tightly they had to sleep on their sides and could not turn over, except for those lucky enough to be assigned toilet duty, as no one wanted to sleep next to them.


The stairs leading into the undressing room of one of the gas chambers.  The Nazis blew up the structures on retreat, but their foundations and much rubble still remain.


After removing their clothing, the prisoners were packed into a room that was about half the size of the undressing room.  The people were intentionally packed in tightly together, as Zyklon B, the gas eventually used for most executions, would not vaporise from its pellet form into hydrogen cyanide unless the temperature was 27°C (81°F) or above.




It's a personal choiceShaun H. Coley ~ Shadwell ~ Tower Hamlets ~ London E1 ~ UK ~ shaunism.blogspot.co.uk
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Sunday, 31 July 2016

[The Life of Shaun #532] Paper Towns

Sushil and I decided to go to Vegas for our one-year anniversary to see where I am from, and so he could continue the onslaught of introductions and backstories of my life.  But first, to ease him in, we weekended in America's gem, San Francisco.

San Francisco is always lovely, and it was a lot of fun to show Sushil around and play tourist.  Coming from India, he's not familiar with San Francisco's place in the (Western) gay psyche and our history, Harvey Milk, flower power or any of the images that come to the American mind in relation to the City by the Bay.  For him it was just a beautiful, fun city, so Russ and I engaged him in brief lessons over cocktails and Orphan Andy's.  We were only there Friday night to Monday, but we managed most of the Castro bars and main must-sees, including the required Summertime disappointment of trying to see the Golden Gate Bridge, and instead getting a wall of fog rolling in.

On the Fourth, it was off to my hometown to begin the whirlwind tour of new faces.  For the anniversary itself we had dinner at the Venetian, a prototypical Strip casino with a faux urbanity modelled on its namesake, followed by Russ taking us to Cirque du Soleil's Myst猫re, which was awesome.  From the next day we set into a pattern: lunch meeting someone, dinner meeting someone, cocktails.  I gave Sushil the Coley tour with Fern, showing him where I lived for my first memories, and where I mostly grew up, as well as my last schools.  It was great to introduce him to so many important people from my life, and it all culminated in a fantastic spread and drinks my friend PD laid out for us and some mutual high-school friends.  

It was really weird at times to be showing Sushil around where I grew up.  We'd be driving down streets and I'd have memories of how I felt as a teenager there, the angst, the weight of homophobia, how I wondered if I would ever get out, ever have sex, ever meet "the one" or even someone - and there'd be this man I'd met in Mumbai, and who lives with me in London, in the car next to me on those very same streets.  Those two parts of my life seem so far apart, in every way, that it was sometimes surreal to have them overlap.

It was crazy hot, as Vegas Julys are, so Sushil got the full Mojave experience.  He occasionally broke out in a light sweat, whereas my skin dried up, and my face turned red and flaked; there's definitely no Mediterranean mixed in with these genes.  Fortunately, Russ views home acclimation much as I do, so there was very little time where I wasn't under a direct stream of air conditioning.  But next time, I think I'll have to show Sushil what a desert Winter is like.

Viva Las Vegas,
Shaun




Sushil at Twin Peaks


The painted ladies


Lombard Street


The Transamerica Pyramid, just outside the House of Nanking, a favourite from my San Francisco days


Sushil learned first hand about San Francisco's permissive nudity laws.


The homeland!


I think there's something Papa Smurf's been hiding from us, but suddenly those red chaps make more sense...


Brunch with Belle and Spesh!


A real anniversary dinner with real margaritas, on a faux canal, in a faux village, under a faux sky.



Sushil got a kick out of seeing me behind the wheel, rather than the other side of the Uber app.



Hoover Dam, with the white ring showing how far Lake Mead's water level has fallen in the past years.


Fern and I outside our high school: Eldog!  Woof!  Woof, woof, woof, woof!


My last, and longest-lived-in, family home in Vegas.  (My Senior year I lived with the wonderful and generous Berrys.)


The Las Vegas Valley, stretching out to Sunrise Mountain, on whose foothills I mostly grew up.


Sushil took me on the Big Shot, 329m (1,081 ft.) atop the Stratosphere Tower.  He was a little more excited than I was...



And then the crazy fool took a spinning swing ride, hanging off the side of the tower.


Overlooking the Strip.


Downtown Las Vegas and the Fremont Experience; I definitely prefer Downtown to the Strip.  Sushil donated $60 to the local economy, whereas I left $3 and four free cocktails up.



My friend from Cass, Argie, came up from LA to visit.


Oh Vegas, really?



Russ and I hidden behind the world's most overcrowded brunch table.


Sin City from the air


It's a personal choiceShaun H. Coley ~ Shadwell ~ Tower Hamlets ~ London E1 ~ UK ~ shaunism.blogspot.co.uk

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Saturday, 30 July 2016

[The Life of Shaun #531] Finally facing my Waterloo

To continue his education in European heritage and culture, Sushil and I packed off to Stockholm for this year's Eurovision.  Eurovision, despite its name, is a song contest with contestants from as far afield as Azerjiban, Israel and Australia.  It was started after WWII as a way to help unite a fractured continent, and is the stage from which both ABBA* and C茅line Dion were launched onto the world.  Over the years, its popularity outside the continent's borders has caused it to expand to non-European countries with (sometimes aspirational) Western ideals.  It is very popular within its constituent countries, and wildly so withing their gay communities.  It is our World Cup.

Stockholm is a beautiful city, but in a muted Scandinavian way, handsome and proud, not flashy or pandering.  The city is actually an archipelago, covering myriad islands spreading out towards the Baltic Sea, and whose most far-flung islets serve as weekend- and Summer-homes for Stockholm's chattering classes.  The city is currently under a lot of pressure.  Geography and heritage limit its urban footprint, but the population demands of a strong economy and welcoming culture are coming into direct conflict with Stockholm's height restrictions and regulated rents.  But that was no concern of ours, as we stayed at my friend Stefan's fabulous central (rent-regulated) 1800s period flat, which made a perfect base for exploring worthwhile Stockholm by foot and Uber.

On Friday night, we went to the judges night of the Eurovision final.  They actually do the final twice, on Friday (when the judges vote) and Saturday (when the audience votes), so they can tape Friday's performance as a back-up for Saturday's live broadcast.  This worked out perfectly, as we got to see the show, but didn't have to hang around for the two hours of audience voting and results.  That we did on Saturday night in the comfort of Stefan's flat, where he hosted a Eurovision party (the proper way to watch).  My favourite of the night was Australia, though my iTunes favourite is Sweden.  Sushil thought Hungary's entrant was very talented, but Ukraine came out on top with a typically political Eurovision win, which I was fine with, considering how much effort and dazzle homophobic, aggressive Russia put into its number.

It was a very successful educational trip!  Sushil is coming along just fine.

H盲lsningar,
Shaun


*When we mentioned this fact to Sushil, he asked "Who's ABBA?"  Stefan and I recoiled in horror and spent the end of the first night educating him over YouTube and wine.  He is now an expert.




Swedish church, near Stefan's



The Swedish royal palace, where Prince Carl Philip lives...and bathes.



Looking out towards town hall from the old city



And the old city from the town hall



The streets on the island that make up the oldest part of Stockholm are winding and narrow.



And its central square hosts a gay cafe/bar.



Like many European capitals, Stockholm is redeveloping disused docks into trendy housing for urban professionals.


The central island (old city) from the water


   
Stockholm was decked out to welcome Eurovision.



A timely window dressing in a posh department store



Even the post boxes were spruced up.



Our seats weren't bad at all!



Sushil's favourite showing off his, erm, singing talent.



Basking in the warm glow of Hungary.




And to wish everyone a fond farewell, ABBA, of course.


It's a personal choiceShaun H. Coley ~ Shadwell ~ Tower Hamlets ~ London E1 ~ UK ~ shaunism.blogspot.co.uk

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