The last Klezmer of Galicia will always play himself
You can meet him in the Krakow Jewish quarter – Kazimierz. He sits always in the same chair at the Klezmer Hois restaurant.
He love to eat a goose, whose taste he remembers from childhood, and signs the CD to the tourists who came to Krakow after seeing The Last Klezmer movie. Just as in the Jewish music he played, he kept memories of the world and people he no longer had.For years Leopold Kozłowski’s life was asked to be describe. Finally Jacek Cygan decided to do it.
Thanks to this we have a book “Klezmer,” which has been released by Austeria Publishing House .
– I have known Leopold for over 20 years and I have the honor to feel his friend. I have often performed with him on stage – says Jacek Cygan.
– I remember, after a concert in Copenhagen, a lady approached Leopold and pointed her finger at me asking him what I was doing in his band because I’m goy and in addition called Cygan what in Polish mean the Gypsy. Leopold replied that I just was. And so I’m still today. He hired me to write a book about himself.
Jacek Cygan sometimes sat up late at the table with Mr. Leopold and sipped the Paschal Slivovitz, listening to his story. -Leopold’s tales are true soul music – says the biographer, who is a well known songwriter in Poland.
-It was my confession, and I’m glad I found a confessor like Jacenka. These memories could not go with smoke, because just enough that my nation went with smoke – explains the Last Klezmer of Galicia.
Thanks to this confession we are wandering around Kozłowski’s life. First we get to Przemyśl, near Lviv, where Leopold was born. We see him urging his classmates to go with him to the parish priest’s office. The elephants had to repent, because the organist had all measured a solid spell. But this didnt stop Leopold.
He quietly issued his package :
-Although we suck ass, let’s go to the spoils.
Like a precious grandmother’s brooch, Cygan gags the memories of the first love of his hero. We see him walking a few meters behind, carrying his schoolgirl back to school to give her an understanding of his affection.
Suddenly, this wonderful time breaks the outbreak of World War II. Leopold’s father is shot. He and his mother and brother go to the Forced Labor Camp in Jatkok. Quickly realizes that the only pass to live in the camp will be for him and his family music. He tries to convince the SS men at all costs that he is valuable to them. Humiliated playing them during their wild orgy.
He loses his mother and brother, all he loves. There is only music left to him. These tragic events of the past are interwoven in the past, as when Leopold could not decide whether to accept Steven Spielberg’s “Schindler’s List” and asked Cygan for advice – Jacek, they would call me from America.They want to involve me in a movie. Should I take it? -Take it – his friend advised;
Spielberg gave him only one acting advice – Don’t play, be yourself. And Mr. Leopold, as always, played himself.
Medieval ladies had a heavy life
Have you ever wondered what tortures survived princess living in medieval castles? I don’t mean dangers associated with storing secret lovers in the alcoves. These tortures were associated primarily with the outfit.
I admit. I didn’t think about it too. Sometimes I dreamed to move up in the Middle Ages and catch up on some great ball, where I could apply dressed in a beautiful dress with a train.
One day in Krakow I had the favorable opportunity to realize this fantasy. It happened during Krakow Old Dance Festival “Cracovia Danza”. Fascinated full of grace and lightness movements of dancers, I decided to try myself in this art. I signed up for old dance workshop at the Villa Decius, determined to start from scratch, that is, from the traditional Polish dance. My instructor in this difficult, as it turned out, art was Mr Leszek Rembowski. It started quite innocently. First Master did us a brief theoretical lecture.
The base is the graceful movements of the arms and hands, posture erect, but first of all mandatory smile. And of course, smooth movements of the legs. And whole range of bows. I was a little scared.We began to dance. I don’t know why the workshop was attended only by the women. Smooth opening and closing hands, two steps back, then two in front, turnover, climbing on the fingers and so on. I didn’t think before that old dance can be such a chore! In addition all the time you have to smile, because it required the label to the royal courts. I felt like an elephant in a china shop. The Master, however, persisted, and after a half hour of exercise, although exhausted, I mastered the basic steps. After the workshop, I met in the corridor Romana Agnel, champion old polish dances and artistic director of Cracovia Danza.
– If someone doesn’t dance old dance in costume of the era, really can’t imagine how should looks steps of this dance. It’s like dancing flamenco without shoes – Romana Agnel has enlightened me and then led to her garderobe. The number of petticoats, corsets, bake hair, lace, cuffs and other items of clothing, the names of which I wasn’t even able to remember, made me dizzy. How can you work out what to what? Which petticoat put first? Helpful was Mrs. Dorothy Dylska.First he offered me the Baroque dress. She put me on the hip a strange design with wires perhaps a little reminiscent of medieval chastity belt. Seeing my disgusted face, he explained that the idea is to well planned dress. Then petticoats, one, two, three … I began to bond corset. I had the impression that for a moment I stop breathing. Squeezed in the “cocoon”, I tried to repeat the movements of the workshops. It was hard.
Perhaps, then, a medieval dress with a train? – proposed Dylska. This in turn would train, which instead of beautifully arranged in a dance, disturbing me between the legs. Then there’s cap on his head, that I was falling all the time. It turns out that rather than focus on dance, I tried to somehow survive. I quickly pulled a “miracle”, and went behind the scenes to see how the professionals doing it. Although the performance began about 7h, about 2h artists have already started test. And despite the fact that Roman Angel convinced me that the preparation for the concert is a pleasure, I knew my: Medieval ladies had a heavy life. Not only because they still had to spin some intrigue, hidden in the depths of their closets lovers. They had so many problems with the outfit. Well … and this etiquette. Definitely I think I’d rather be a peasant. And this one that doesn’t have to clean up on yours the court. I betrayed my thoughts old dance champion.
– It’s true – she admitted –You have right. They didn’t have an easy life, but they had plenty of time.
I started to write the books because I was penniless
Writing is what I like the most. Especially now, when I’m rich and I can afford it, to create just for fun -says Jeffrey Archer, author of the British best-sellers in conversation with Joanna Weryńska
You feel more a politician or a writer?
Definitely writer.I love politics,especially since I had the good fortune to work with prime minister, Margaret Thatcher.We were even close friends.But writing is what I like the most.
Especially now, when I’m rich and I can afford it to create just for fun.
So probably You alredy forgotten, that You written your first novel when you were a completely broke.How did this happen?
I lost money over a stupid investment in the stock market. I lost a job. I thought that what happened to me, is a good material for a novel and so I wrote,, As for the penny. ” Fourteen publishers rejected it. The fifteenth decided to spend it. You write a book, so You ask about all the details?
And if so, what?
What is she going to be?
I don’t know yet.
I’ll tell you.It can be about life in Krakow, about your work.Typically, the first book is almost an autobiography.
Your autobiography would be certainly a big seller.You don’t regret anything in your life? For example, the time You spent in prison?
Absolutely not.I’m lucky that my life is fascinating. Meanwhile, many people have a very boring life. Besides, if you regret even a moment, you lose time. Many people, instead of going forward, broods what it was.
And I say; gather yourself and even write a book.
But how to do it?
Don’t think about anything else, just about her. Oh and don’t meet at a guys, even with Jeffrey Archer.
So maybe better immediately go to jail?
Prison is a good place to write. There is really nothing else to do.
I will think about it. What about your autobiography? You wrote dozens of novels which are selling like hot cakes, so maybe it’s time to think about it?
At the moment I plan to something else.I’ve been to almost every corner of the world. Now all my energy and ingenuityI spend for chronicles of the trip. There will be five.
In Poland, just has been published Your new collection of short stories ,,But that’s not all”. I have the impression that they were created also during travel…
And you’re not wrong. When I travel, people tell me their stories. I wrote it and now my book is number one in England.Now, we’re going with my wife to Russia, then to Australia, South Africa, USA, Singapore, and to India. I’ll be there promoting my new book. Do not know why, I’m immensely popular there.15 million people in this country have read my novel ,,Cain and Abel “.I feel there like a pop star.
So probably You don’t have time for sport.Even if You have been representative of Great Britain in the 100 meters run.
I train still five times a week under the guidance of my coach from New Zealand.I run, I swim, I play rugby.
I don’t believe.How in that case, you wrote so many books?
I get up every day at 5.30 in the morning. Already at 6 am at desk and work up to 8.Then I spend two hours on the sport. Promptly at 22 am in bed, and afternoon break from writing I use to relax with tea.
Jeffrey Howard Archer, Baron Archer of Weston-super-Mare (born 15 April 1940) is an English author and former politician. Before becoming an author, Archer was a Member of Parliament (1969–74), but resigned over a financial scandal which left him almost bankrupt.
When I played in the street theater
Do you know how it looks job of the theater actor playing outdoors? It’s a tough grind. I found out about it appearing in the play “The Blind” at the Festival of Street Theatre in Krakow. Here’s how looked like my day.
Excited, I call to George Zoń – director of the play and festival. Ask him if I can play in the spectacle of an epidemic of blindness that comes by residents of a town.Sure! – says director Zoń , however, that will not be easy-adds. Certainly exaggerating – I think.
There is a few more hours to start the play, but theater team already working hard. The actors are preparing a scene for themselves. They carry huge boxes with fragments of scenery. They break even chairs for spectators. I meet Alan Pakosz from cabaret PUK, who also plays in ,,The blind,,-blind men. He jokes that willingly he will give me his role. He handing out programs and still explains something to the guards the city.About rest before the performance he can only dream of.Although he offers me a lesson waltz, which begins,, Blind “.
Meanwhile, there is the director. Looking with pity for my clumsy dance, he decide – You will play a sick lady imported in the ambulance to the hospital. Please always remember that you’re blind, under any circumstances, do not look at the audience, only the sky – instructs me.
Last minutes before the performance. I get to the ambulance parked at the Cloth Hall. I think I have special face, because girl sitting in the paramedics ask – Turn on aircon? I hope for a pleasant cooldness, however, dispels Swałtek Ula, who plays guard a camp for the blind. – Lay down! Here we go! – He says. At the signal we enter the market. Someone lifts me from the stretcher and puts on outdoor stage. I assumed someone else a hospital robe and leads to the bed. It is important that pace, every scene has to last exactly as much time as far as planned. Except that market is not smooth scene in the theater. I grab the hands of other blind. We put ourselfs on the beds. I had to sit on the edge of one of them and my eyes involuntarily moving towards neighbor, which I can not look! Meanwhile, other actors quickly move the bed. They interlock them together, forming a closed circle like a ghetto. I think, to play such a spectacle must have not only talent, but also great condition.
With a sense of defeat I leaving the scene. I dress in a tent-wardrobe. When I leave, Eduardo Torres and Saioa Fernandez from the Spanish group Delreves just start his extraordinary, soaring dance on the wall of the town hall tower. A crowd of passers-by with upturned heads tracking their every move. After the show, I ask them if they so hard to dance. – Do you want to try? – Asks Eduardo. – Oh no! I’ve had enough for today of being an actress, I prefer to write – I assure him.
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At home the Nobel Prize winner
Since the death of Czeslaw Milosz’s been a few good years, but his Cracow apartment at. Bogusławski 6 street still looks like as if the poet a few moments ago came out. At the request of Milosz and his eldest son, Anthony Oscar, Agnieszka Kosinska, a personal secretary Nobel Prize winner and author of book “Conversations with Miłosz” takes care after poet home. With her help I decided to get to know the private life of the writer.
Journey through his home I start to the living room. As it turns out – he served simultaneously as a bedroom, study of the poet, a library and sometimes peace gatherings. My attention was drawn to the massive desk and standing on the old computer. Next to the magnifying glass, elegant red pencil sharpener and other trinkets.
Looking at this desk, I feel like Nobel Prize winner, had a moment to sit down with him and pull out of the drawer hidden from the watchful eye of his wife marzipan in chocolate, which he liked to fry.Instead of marzipan are here, however, the Nobel Prize winner glasses, manuscripts and a knife for cutting paper, which was used … to open the desk. We are surrounded feathers. Milosz wrote only Waterman or Pelican. He always had to have a supply of bullets. Kosinska regularly replenish the supply.
Often they conducted by the telephone follows dialogue – When you will be in town, please buy loads – Milosz used to say. – Cartridges? – asked Kosinska. He answered – Yes, loads.When the cartridges have already been purchased, they worked together was at the desk. Milosz usually sitting in the chair, Kosińska next to him. She was not at the desk leg, which was a real chore, when the work lasted several hours. In this situation, she was forced to roll with the poet a real fight on his feet. She moved Milosz in any direction, he moves closer to her unconsciously. Finally one day he asked. – Why do we do these moves in both directions? Kosinska told him that he needed more space. Milosz asked again. – Why? She explained him that is because of his feet. Then ostentatiously he moved in the opposite direction. Above all, the desk associate Nobel Prize winner answering the question. – What are we going to do? However, regardless of what the poet had plans, we always have to watch another episode of “Złotopolscy”. Therefore, it stands next to the TV. From the living room we go to the kitchen. I am somewhat surprised view exposed in the washing machine. Apparently with this washing machine were the same problems, because nobody knew how it actually supports. We sit at the kitchen table. Kosinska arises here another memory. Once when she sat next to him, the Nobel Prize winner asked – You know, what are śliżyki? When she said no, he explained – It’s so small, sweet. – But what? – She asked. – Oh, you returned me head. And that was the end of the conversation about kulinary.After these culinary stories we pass the bathroom, where he still hangs on a hanger poet bathrobe . We go down the hall, where one of the cabinets are walking stick and saber. We walk beside the left shoe, the “around the house” and “output” to find himself in the office of the poet’s wife, Carol. It reminds archive. It’s full of binders, folders. There is also a library that Milosz had removed from his room. On one of the shelves stand Milosz awards, including Nobel. There you can see an after-bottomed glass of bourbon, which reflects the poet’s attitude to the trophy.
Milosz flat is open to all who are interested in the work of Nobel Prize winner. Anyone can come here, provided that the earlier call to Agnieszka Kosinska and gives her purpose of visit. This is the only opportunity to see this place, because the decision of the family home of Czeslaw Milosz has not been converted into a museum.
Czeslaw Milosz ranks among the most respected figures in twentieth-century Polish literature, as well as one of the most respected contemporary poets in the world: he was awarded the Nobel Prize for Literature in 1980. Born in Lithuania, where his parents moved temporarily to escape the political upheaval in their native Poland, as an adult, he left Poland due to the oppressive Communist regime that came to power following World War II and lived in the United States from 1960 until his death in 2004.