Yes, it’s really in Polish. I know, that is crazy, but it is true.
It was really a family affair – a Czyżewski family affair.
Aleksander translated the book (Joanna read it and told me it’s great), Adam edited and Elżbieta published it through her Warsaw-based company Trygon. How is it possible that one of the few families that I know in Poland could take the book I wrote, that happens to include their own family’s story, and turn it into a beautiful Polish book – like magic. I am full of gratitude to them all for doing such a great job and being part of my life.
OK, so now what? Moja Dusza Jest Przepelniona Radoscia will be available for sale at the Treblinka Museum, at the POLIN Museum (I hope-they did not confirm yet), and at a few locations in Krakow: the Jarden bookstore; the bookstore in the High Synagogue; and at the bookstore at the Klezmer Hoise.
I really want to have the book sold at the Auschwitz Museum bookstore as well. The Museum sees two million visitors per year. But I had no idea how to make this happen. So, here is what I did.
The day before the Ride for the Living, our group visited Auschwitz-Birkenau. I took a Polish book with me, thinking I could just stop by the “gift shop,” give them a book and suggest that they might carry it in the store. Well, not so simple.
“There is only one person who makes these decisions,” the saleswoman behind the counter told me, “the Museum Director – Jadwiga Pinderska-Lech.”
“Well,” I asked sweetly, “is she available?”
“She is here today,” she responded, “but she sits in the administrative office building.”
“Oh, where can I find her office,” I innocently asked.
“The building is a red brick building just across from the gas chamber and crematoria,” she responded without flinching. “She sits upstairs on the second floor.”
“OK, thank you,” I stuttered as I left the store.
You must be kidding – the administrative offices of the Auschwitz Museum is just across from the gas chamber and crematoria. Ok, I can do this. Our tour of Auschwitz I, finished up at the exact place I needed to go to find Jadwiga – the gas chamber. I felt super strange slipping away from my somber group as they were about to enter this chamber of death. But I found the red brick building, just across, with a sign on the door – “DO NOT ENTER – STAFF ONLY.” I hesitated, but my nephew Shmuel Treiger was by my side.
“This feels bizarre,” I whispered to Shmuel.
“You can do this Aunt Karen,” Shmuel encouraged, “go, go – now is your chance.”
I slipped away from the group and opened the door that said, “DO NOT ENTER,” knowing that if I had been here 75 years ago, breaking an Auschwitz rule would have led to my death. But then again, as I was entering this forbidden place, my fellow bike riders were walking into the gas chamber!
It was completely silent in this building – it felt creepy and haunted. I ascended the stairs as instructed and walked down the hallway looking for Jadwiga’s name on the office doors. Each office had a closed door and seemed abandoned. I got all the way to the end of the hall and did not find Jadwiga’s name, so I turned around and walked towards the other end. I approached the final door, at the end of the hall, and there it was – her name – Jadwiga Pinderska-Lech. I should have started with the “corner office” as she is the Museum Director, after all.
Well, that was the one door that was slightly ajar. So, I gently knocked, and a woman responded. I entered the large room with light streaming in through the windows with a view of the gas chamber and the chimney from the crematoria.
“I am sorry to bother you,” I said, “I am looking for Jadwiga.”
“I am Jadwiga,” she responded.
“Oh, great,” I said turning on my most charming sales persona. “I am Karen Treiger from the United States. I wanted to give you a book I wrote and just launched in its Polish translation. I was hoping that you might consider selling the book in the Museum’s bookstore.”
Well, we chatted a bit more. I gave her the book and a card and thanked her for her time. I left the building, closing the “DO NOT ENTER” door firmly. I took a deep breath, feeling like what I just did took a lot of chutzpa. As I lifted my gaze, the first thing that greeted me was the chimney of the crematoria – Oy Vey.
My group was already out of area, getting on the bus to travel the short distance to Birkenau. I decided to slip into another group of tourists entering the gas chamber. I needed to enter that space to bring me back to the reality of this place.
Well, that got me back in the “Auschwitz spirit.” Though I have not yet head back from Jadwiga about whether they will carry my book, if they do Sam and Ether’s “spirit” will be among the many ghosts that inhabit this place.
Stay tuned, I will report back.