On my last morning in Warsaw, I wanted to visit the Nożyk Synagogue. I packed my suitcase and ate my breakfast by 8:15am. I set out on foot to
find the Nożyk Synagogue which I had seen six days earlier. I passed the Palace of
Science and Culture and then Prozna Street (the only standing street from Warsaw Ghetto.) I took a hard left and made my way
through an ally of sorts. There it was: the yellow building. I made my way up
the stairs hoping the door would open. It did. It was 8:30am.
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I passed by this small Jewish Community Center. |
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The Ester Rachel Kamińska and Ida Kamińska State Jewish Theater where all performances are in Yiddish! |
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I was relieved to see the Nożyk Synagogue through the trees. |
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The backdoor I entered. No entry through front door is allowed due to security precautions. |
The same gruff security guard who refused us entrance the
previous Saturday was there. I politely inquired if I could enter. He said I could enter at 9am because services were in progress. I informed him I was Jewish and could I
please enter. He asked me “Will you Pray?” I replied, “Yes.”
The guard checked inside my purse and led me through a door. He tells me “women’s section” and points to a staircase. I was not surprised as women are
separated from men in an Orthodox Synagogue. I made my way up the stairs and
sat to peer over the balcony wall. The Rabbi was concluding the morning service
with about twelve men – enough for a minyan. All the men wore a kippah on their heads, most wore tallit over their shoulders (prayer shawl) and some had tzitzit hanging down each leg. After the service ended, they
gathered at a table to share a morning meal. I could not understand the Polish
of course but the talk sounded friendly and all interacted in an easy manner.
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The view from the women’s section. |
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Women's seating on upper balcony. |
I made my way around the top level and found a box of what
appeared to be trash. It had books. I looked through them and found a 1946
book published in Palestine. It was plain brown paper and had penciled
writing with a name, London, England and Hebrew writing. I also found a 1956
book printed in Israel. I think they are Haggadahs but written in Hebrew so not sure. I wondered if I could have them? I was tempted to
just take them but did not feel that was the right thing to do.
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The box on the left that I sorted through to find the Jewish books. |
Finally it was 9am. I went back to the security guard to ask
permission to enter the main area of the synagogue. He mumbled with an
affirmative nod of the head. One of the Polish worshipers said welcome to me in
English. I am not sure how he knew to greet me in English.
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The entry to the main area of synagogue. |
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Precious relics of Jewish life found in the synagogue. |
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Jewish children play here ... what could be better? |
I wondered up some back stairs of the synagogue where I could see women
entering for work. I approached one to ask about the box of books. She was not too
helpful. I persisted and asked the next woman I saw. I was fortunate indeed!
She was not only very friendly but also the Rabbi’s assistant!! She walked back
with me to the women’s section so I could show her the mysterious box. I
explained I was a Jew from Dallas, Texas and showed her the two books I wanted.
She pulled out her mobile phone and called the Rabbi. He said “Yes and any books from the box.” I do not know why tears welled up as I
thanked the kind woman. Just as tears are streaming down my cheeks as I write
of this experience.
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The 1946 Jewish Book printed in Palestine that appears to have come from London to Warsaw. It is now part of my 2014 Jewish home in Dallas, Texas. |
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The first page |
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Who is Shula Amin? Is she from London, England? |
I cannot help but feel heartbroken for the three million Jews who
were murdered in Poland during the German occupation in WWII. The fact that
this one synagogue survived destruction is a miracle. The Rabbi’s assistant
told me there were 500 official members of the synagogue and other nonmembers
using it too. This too is a miracle to me. This functioning Jewish community in
Warsaw is heroic. It is a testament to the undeniable spirit of Jews in the diaspora. Just like Auschwitz and Birkenau, it is important to visit Nożyk Synagogue where survival and faith are visibly present and alive.
And this is where my first journey to Poland concludes.
Oddly enough after I wrote this account, I read this article about Polish Jewish life in a documentary "The Return" opening this week ... and I understand.