How I Started To See Other Reality Than One Projected On PjF

How I started to see other reality than one projected on pyjama folks

Don encouraged me to share on EW some of my personal experiences, which led me to better understanding of reality enveloping all of us. I hope it might be useful for some folks who are also fighting to understand, like me, through the maze of official lies and culture of dumbing us down until we are shaped in form of perfect slaves.

So the story begins in Poland, East Europe, in the beginning of 1980s – interesting time, full blown communism and martial law on top of this (it was just after Solidarnosc workers union was established and crashed). I had a chance to attend regular primary school and exceptional high school leading to very good technical college, but what I was taught there was not exactly corresponding to what managed to filter trough from unofficial sources. And obviously life reality around was completely not comparable to propaganda which official media bombarded us with.

See some pics of what life looked like in “best possible political system”, as they branded it and repeated over and over again, called communism:

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To buy basic groceries you had to get rationing cards – here is an example of one allowing you to buy (for 1 month) – flour 1000 g, meat 500 g, milk 2500 g, butter 250 g, sugar 2000 g, cereal 1000g, candies 250g, cheap chocolate 100g, washing powder 600g, soap 2 pieces.
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At the same moment most stores look like this (when i.e. it was norm that the only permanently displayed item in grocery stores was vinegar):

Grocery store:
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Butcher:
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Shoe store (here are at least some shoes on display):
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and when some store got toilet paper people bought as much as they were allowed (usually 10 rolls), and next paraded through a city looking like Christmas trees adorned with toilet paper decorations:
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Obviously living in such “paradise” begged for asking some questions, since official story doesn’t stick to reality watched in everyday life. And because it was suspected to be complete lie, than all other things taught us like history, politics etc. were also under suspicion.

Poland and Hungary during this time were the only 2 countries from East Bloc (Warsaw Pact countries) whose citizens had a slight chance to visit West (for others from USSR, Czechoslovakia, East Germany, Bulgaria and Romania it was mission impossible). Obviously it was a tough nut to crack for everybody not from ruling elite – for example passport was not your right, it was privilege. It was securely stored and deposited in Police station and each time you wanted to go abroad you had to apply for permit to go, which might be granted or refused based on whims of political police in charge – perfect tool for control. Obviously you had to prove that you had a means to support yourself meaning you had to arrange invitation from abroad proving financial support or to have western currency to cover your costs. So there was another catch – you could not exchange Polish zlotys into western currencies since they were not convertible, and it was against law to possess western currencies from undocumented sources (documented sources were ie. gift from family or friends abroad or earned if you were sent on business trip by Polish state company) – so you could not buy it on black market and use them for passport application because it would land you in jail. Nice and interesting – isn’t it?
Obviously there was solution from official point of view – every citizen who had already passport issued was entitled to get a “currency book” – kind of booklet register which entitled to buy specified small amount of East block countries currencies per year, and once in 3 years apply for Western currencies in amazing amount of 130 USD per adult. The catch here was that special commission had to approve your application for such purchase, and since there were few people awarded (limit on total of hard currency made available for such purposes by state) most of applicants ended empty handed, and more lucky ones might got for example for 1 person out of 4 people family. I had such situation myself when my father got those miserable 130 USD for 4 of us, and due to common back then ingenuity of people from East countries we managed to have 6 weeks vacations in Turkey and Greece and spent only 100 USD in expenses (and obviously practically all things needed for duration of trip – food, tents, etc were brought from home and practically only fuel, museum tickets and basic groceries like bread or fruits were purchased abroad).

Good side of such trips was possibility of being able personally to compare how official “reality” of living in the west was distorted by propaganda. Additionally it was possible to buy and smuggle back underground versions of real history and politics to learn stuff not taught and forbidden in schools. It was tricky and repercussions could follow if one was caught on the border but done anyway.
In such way I managed to put my hands on book by Russian author Aleksanar Solzenicin “Archipelago Gulag” – it was real eye opener how people were treated in Soviet forced labor (slave) camps. Many other books followed so I started to see clearly that there is other historical/political reality than official propaganda wanted us to accept.

On the other hand I had a really wise teacher of English language. One of the first books he asked me to read was George Orwell’s “1984” and “Animal Farm”. It was tool for learning English but subject was like teaching me much more – it was like shot into bull’s eye – everything described in those books was almost immediately recognizable in situation we were stuck in, namely forced existence in communistic country.

Next it was college years which taught me how military works. During 4th year of study each student had to go through 1 day per week of military schooling (military service was back then obligatory – 2 years after high school, 1 year after college + these military subjects done during university program).
I obviously started to question them an official view of history since I couldn’t stand bullshit they were presenting us. I was not shy to present my sources/books from which I got my version of truth. I knew and they knew what was right, but price for me was to be paid for what they considered insubordination.

My price was that I had to repeat the 4-th year of study due to failed ‘military subjects’.
Funny part was that I got a failing grade BEFORE opening my mouth during final oral exam, but I was not stupid enough to forget silently this fact and keep quiet. So when they officially announced results of exams – full military formation, reporting, etc crap, when they asked if anybody has questions – I promptly went forward and asked in front of 100 guys: “Is it Polish military teachers regular routine to fail students before they even start to take exam and open their mouth?”
There was a silence you could not believe. Next my friend (who got the same treatment) stepped out and asked the same question.
The guy who was in charge from university/military, lost his nerve and immediately finished gathering by disbanding everybody and trying to get to elevator ASAP. We managed to catch with him, but poor soul was so afraid for his safety.
To make long story short – it cost me additional year of “studying” because I did not pass this military crap. On positive side I was able to travel in meantime but had to persuade my father to help me put situation somehow back on track (otherwise I’d be “cooked meat” under such circumstances)

Next after graduation I was left in situation where I started family and had a kid, I worked at University earning 20 USD per month and we had to spend 60 USD to get basic stuff. My wife was still studying so the only relief was from parents. This persuaded me to push my plans for leaving this “communistic paradise” and somehow move into this terrible reality of life in west countries. Easier said than done …

(to be continued)

Very interesting. Of course being raised in the West one always gets to know about communism, but it’s always better to hear it “from the horse’s mouth”.
I’d like to read the rest!

Carlos

yes, very interesting, they really had you lot under the yoke, still do. I had a friend who worked in Russia recently extracting timber, he worked out the whole YEARLY income for all the men working at a timbermill he was using was less than one years school fees (c. £40,000) at Millfield school for Yeltsin’s son! And he said they were still starving, something like one loaf of bread a week.

those empty stores, like wartime, which I suppose it was really, against your own people.

john

Journey into Western “paradise”.

I started to prepare well in advance for leaving a sinking ship called communistic Poland. First was learning English and reading everything available about Canada (my dream destination), second graduating from university, and next getting employment somewhere where they would recommend my trip, just ANY trip to west, helping me to get permission to obtain passport – so everything was focused into getting OUT of trap I was born into.
This was not an easy task but I managed to do it. I started my employment in another university teaching basic computer programming and due to my previous contacts I managed to arrange student’s apprenticeship in Switzerland. This allowed me to get recommendation from university for this trip, and subsequently to get hold of so wanted passport.

But there was a catch (as always in dealings with those morons) – I had to sign a “ticket to army”, an official document sending me for 1 year obligatory service in Polish communistic army just after my return in 2 months (it was popularly called “ticket”, because this paper served also as a train ticket for recruits for traveling to military installations).

Having passport in my hands there was no time to delay. I immediately applied and collected all necessary visas and bought airplane ticket – I was all set to make BIG JUMP, and not even thinking what would be next (besides my training in Switzerland I did not dare to prearrange anything else, due to worry that authorities might refuse to allow my trip if they found my plans out)

Then there was a BIG DAY – I was so excited when Swiss Air plane took of from Warsaw’s airport with me on board – I waved “Bye, Bye Communism” with great relief although I knew it would be a long time if I see Poland again, if ever – in those times nobody knew that this house of cards would fall apart in only 2 years after my departure).

So I had to start from scratch – meaning I managed to complete the previous level of this game and a new level was just in front of me. Everything around in Switzerland was so nice, clean, well thought of and managed, that I was astounded again that such country may exist. It was a direct opposition to what we used to have in communistic East. My eyes were wide opened for the first time and confirmed my suspicions that communism sucks a lot.

I knew I had a limited time so I applied immediately for emigration to Canada, USA, South Africa and Australia – nobody knew which country may accept me, and it was obvious there was no chance to stay where I was.
The replies started to come back. Australians told me that I had to little job experience so they advised me to come back home, get 2 more years of experience and reapply. It was pure laugh – I have just skipped army service so it would land me in prison.

(By the way – I celebrated my “first day in the army” with a bottle of beer sitting in front of beautiful Swiss lake and admiring wonderful landscapes with view of Alps in my front [Image Can Not Be Found]. Skipping my army service cost me being pursued by military prosecutor back in Poland, but I was just laughing – I was safely outside his reach and they might kiss my a… Police was searching for me and intruding my parent’s home. One day my father was asked by police officer “where your son is” and he replied simply – You know, my son got two tickets, one to army and another to Canada. What do you think, which one did he choose?
Funny part is that this policeman, off record of course, agreed that he would choose ticket to Canada if he were in my place [Image Can Not Be Found] Looks like communistic propaganda did not work even among those chosen ones working to enforce it.)

Americans replied that I must have job offer from US first and then reapply, what was mission impossible in my situation. South Africans did not bother to consider my application and simply refused it.
Canada was my last chance and it WORKED – I started the immigration process, interviews, e.t.c. Obviously there were obstacles in this process. When I was just about to get my Canadian immigration visa Swiss told me that I cannot stay there any more and they’d deport me if I didn’t leave by myself. It screwed up my application temporarily, but I managed to get it transferred to Vienna, Austria. Therefore my next leg in emigration saga led me to Austria. I had to survive 3 months before I was granted entry to Canada, and it was another story of survival, which I skip here (working in a slave like conditions for Yugoslavians just for peanuts, sleeping on mattress dumped on floor in a room with 10 other strangers, e.t.c.).

Finally I got my visa and Air Canada ticket purchases using loan granted by Canadian government. I was ready for next level of the game – namely settling down in Montreal, Canada.

What I learned at that moment was that that if somebody wants something badly, and does everything to get it – it will be granted.

Simply thought creates reality.

(to be continued – Canada story)

Just before I finished my next installment I had a kind of flash-back from the past, from which I run away and did not want to encounter again. There is a really sharp and wonderful graphic designer under pseudonym DDees (http://www.deesillustration.com/) whose current and absolutely sharp political graphics made my head turn a lot of times.
By the way – guy is probably from US, but lived in Sweden, from where he got a “kind” reminder to get lost due to his graphic work.

And since I illustrated my story with some photos, then I feel obligated to show you what is DDees’ last graphic (shown on http://rense.com/):

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Doesn’t it look like the real life photos from communistic Poland in 1980’s, which I presented above?
Judge yourself !

PS: Next installment will be published soon (hopefully this year 2010