Tamten Lwów

– “That Lwów”: the term refers to something distant in space and time, something that has gone and lives on only in the memory. This is the title of a large eight-volume monograph composed by the architect Witold Szolginia, a native of the most Lwówian part of Lwów, Łyczaków, and until the Poles’ expulsion in 1945 resident of the Iron Lion house at Łyczakówski street 137, and published between 1992 and 1997, at the end of a life dedicated to the architecture and urbanism of Lwów.

“Witold Szolginia, primus inter pares among the Lwów exiles, was the encyclopedist of Lwów. As one of his closest colleagues Jerzy Janicki said: “Absolutely rebe, with papal infallibility in matters of Lwów. Arbiter leopoliensis in all disputes concerning the area between Łyczaków and Zamarstinow. An arch-Lwówian and arch-Łyczakówian.” He had an enormous knowledge about Lwów, which he shared with everyone like bread. He gladly responded to the numerous phone calls concerning the city, and stood in tireless correspondence with the Lwówians dispersed in Poland and all over the world. A native and a scholar of Lwów, “guardian of the City and of the Cemetery”, as Zbigniew Herbert aptly named him in the recommendation of one of his volumes of poetry.” (Andrzej W. Kaczorowski)

The monograph, originally published by the Sudety publisher in Wrocław – to where Lwów moved – has long since sold out. Just last year launched a new edition Jacek Tokarski, the enterprising leader of the small Krakow publisher Wysoky Zamek, whose very name refers to the High Castle of Lwów. The first volume which, with the subtitle “The face of the city” offers an overview of the urban structure of Lwów, came out in last summer, just in time to be an useful companion on our Galician tour in August. The second volume, going through the streets, squares and quarters of the city, arrived in these days, again in good time to assist us in preparing for the first Lwów tour to be guided by us in this spring.

Here is an excerpt of it translated into English, the introduction of the description of the Jewish quarter. This chapter was especially helpful to the article series written by us on the Jewish Lemberik at the request of the Hungarian Jewish Cultural Association, which we will soon publish also here on Río Wang.

“Now we will visit a corner of Lwów which, I guess, was completely unknown or only superficially known to most of the inhabitants of the city. This part of Lwów, which some found mysterious and some even exotic, was the Jewish quarter in the northern part of the old Lwów, which grew out of one of the two ghettos of the city over the centuries. Just by way of explanation, Lwów had two Jewish ghettos during the centuries: the urban one within the ancient walls and the suburban one in the northern Krakow suburb. Over time, the latter became more and more populated and extensive, and it became the district most densely populated by Jews. Everyone could make sure of it even without visiting the northern suburb, only by having a look at the map of Lwów and browse through the names of the local streets and squares. Here are a few of them, which well show the character of the neighborhood and the everyday life of its inhabitants: Old Testament, Old Cheese Makers, Synagogue, Maccabeus, Onion, Fish, Goose, Dragon, Meisel, Bernstein, Sternschuss, Beiser, Kohn, Berek Joselewicz, Schleidher and Rappaport streets, Watchmaker and Grain square…

This area was rarely visited by anyone, unless he had some kind of personal or business reason. I never had any particular thing to do there, and as far as I remember, I went there only a few times in my youth, only out of curiosity, to feel the atmosphere of this neighborhood, which was
so mysterious to me.

I try to recall the fading memories. I remember that once, along the Peltewna street which run across the neighborhood, suddenly, in a moment I somehow felt a synthesis of all this quarter inhabited by Jews. My nose, which has always been sensitive to various odors, got a whiff of the smell of braised onion and the open street sewer, my eyes embraced the intricate web of streets and lanes with the hustle and bustle of the mass, or rather of the multitude of the black figures absorbed in their business, I heard in my ears that typical, monotonous buzz, like a beehive, which was so different from the noises of the rest of the streets, even of the neighboring ones. And I had the strange feeling that these people whom I see perhaps never rest under the roofs of their own houses, either day or night, but they do all their business here, on the muddy streets and crooked sidewalks. Everywhere there was a great crowd, even in the wide-open gates, the dark doorways and sunny courtyards, in the confusing patchwork of shops, warehouses, stables, groceries and workshops.

Since my earliest childhood I have been particularly sensitive to the colors that surrounded me, and this feeling was particularly intense here in the Krakow suburb, between the buzzing mass. The crowd filling the narrow streets and lanes, doorways and courtyards, churning up and down, meeting with each other and and fiercely gesticulating among themselves, seemed to me, if not uniformly black, in any case quite dark. Only rarely flashed from the darkness a color dress, shirt or scarf of a woman. In contrast, the interior courtyards and passages of the dark, dirty and worn buildings were especially colorful. The deeper you entered, the more intensive their contrasts became, and captivated my eye with their bright and completely inharmonious tones. And the colors which were missing from the clothes of people, here happily glittered on the bed-clothes hung up in front of the always open windows, on the outside corridors and on every floor, and the beetroot red of the pillows almost literally took a bite of the tablecloths and the underwear shamelessly put on public display and shining int the most unexpected colors.

The entire Jewish quarter passionately, almost fiercely traded along all the streets and in every yard. They only occasionally interrupted this, to draw new force in the little eating-houses working in the basements of the houses, emitting the smell of food richly spiced with onion and garlic, penetrating with some Oriental exoticism the air of the quarter.

This image came to life again in my memory, although the term “life” is not particularly fitting here, for all this is dead since fifty years: it was destroyed, it does not exist any more. But neglect and wearing made these streets, lanes and poor houses somehow irreal already back then, in the late 30s. It is therefore enough to say how precisely I could identify all details now, when I could add to my Lwów photo collection some pictures of the Jewish quarter made precisely in the late 30s. On these photos, made by the excellent Lwów photographer, the engineer Mieczyslaw Watorski, I could see many things from those already told. Here you see the intricate topography of the Jewish quarter, the narrow, dark, winding streets with their bumpy pavements, the worn and crumbling facades of the houses with their blindly gaping windows. Black figures all over the streets, alone or in groups. Along the house walls here and there someone is sitting, in ragged clothes, in a sad, tragic and petrified posture, desperately waiting for buyers in this neighborhood… Elsewhere, two hopeful figures sell a whole pile of destroyed old shoes, which even the Jewish peddlers contemptuously called “rags”.

Yet other images seem to be reportage photos: the street shoemaker’s shop with the Jewish polatajko, as he was known in Lwów, with a child apprentice, as he tries to breathe some soul into a worn shoe, perhaps into a „rag” bought in the front of the next house… But what is interesting: both the street shoe vendor and the bearded old Jew standing next to the shoemaker’s shop are reading a bulky volume. What can it be? A Hebrew religious, a Yiddish secular or a Polish book – who knows it? On the following image, as I had suspected, we can see the source of these readings, the street bookseller’s table laden with used books. And leaning over the table, another respectable-looking, gray-bearded Jewish is browsing among the books.

Such was the Jewish quarter in Lwów: not only crowded, noisy and of a merchant spirit, but also extremely poor and dilapidated, and besides intellectual – just half a century ago, when I sometimes visited it. Thanks to engineer Watorski for his masterful photos which now again revived to me this long disappeared place and people.”

6 comentarios:

Effe dijo...

Studiolum, every single word of this post of you makes me long for leaving right now towards Lwòw. But the destination is so far, maybe 70 years from here.
I’m waiting for your articles on the Jewish Lemberik with great interest.

Studiolum dijo...

Don’t believe so. Time has stopped in Lwów. Those 70 years passed only here, but not there. If you go there now, you will find everything as described by Szolginia.

Effe dijo...

Are you telling the truth? (well, I have no doubts about it).
A travel back in time: you put me in temptation.

Studiolum dijo...

Why else would I write it? I don’t just dream about Lemberik: I describe what I have seen. Haven’t you seen the Yiddish inscriptions on the walls? the mezuzah’s along the doorposts of the Jewish streets? the courtyards where five hundred years are layered upon each other along fifty meters? And what I have hitherto shown on photos was mainly from around the main square, which was a bit updated on EU money in the last years, since it is part of the Unesco World Heritage. But the suburbs, including the Krakow, this Jewish neighborhood, have absolutely not been touched since Galicia had been swallowed by the Soviet Union. Only the people are missing, Jews and Poles alike.

Effe dijo...

Rigth: you have already shown us all those evidences and witnesses.

Studiolum dijo...

firsttimeuser has posted three photos 1 2 3 of this entry in his popular tumblr, arousing the interest of a great number of visitors in the lost Lwów. Thank you!