FL: You spent your youth in Serock where half of the inhabitants before the war were Jews. When we started talking, you mentioned that you feel yourself a part of Yiddish culture even though you didn’t grow up in it.
JF: When I was a little girl, I used to climb a hill that they called ‘the fortress’, because there were supposedly medieval remains up there from the beginnings of Serock. I’d go up stairs that had weird symbols engraved on them. And no one paid any attention to the fact that we’d been walking on matzevot [tombstones] all that time.
I don’t remember what year those steps were replaced. The matzevot were brought there by the Nazi Germans; the cemetery was in another part of town. That was the first layer of my involvement with Jewish history. The fact that everyone walked up and down those stairs completely…I don’t know – not knowing? I can’t say now when I realized what I was walking on. I don’t know if my friends knew or when they found out. In itself, it’s interesting in an awful way: I don’t know if I knew. Memory that’s tied to trauma – not my trauma, but collective trauma. Trauma works in such a way that you don’t know where exactly it is. And if it exists, what is it exactly?
House in Pilica, Silesian city, 1940s, photo: Łukasz Baksik
I had a specific situation, because my father was aware of this and, for some reason, it bothered him. I don’t know what his wartime history was, but it seems to me that he must have seen something awful that left an impression on him. Unfortunately, I never had a chance to speak with him about it – he died when I was a teenager and I wasn’t interested in such things or I didn’t know yet that I was interested in them.
Now the Jewish cemetery is commemorated. In the late eighties, I heard for the first time that ‘Jews come to see these tombstones’. I remember some odd kind of bristling surrounding the word ‘Jews’ – it wasn’t clear if you could use that word. Was it some sort of insult? In my school, they used to say ‘Jews’ when talking about Jehovah’s Witnesses.