Magdalena
18 Aug 2007
History / Communist Era in Poland: Some questions [28]
I don't remember the good ol' Gierek years because I was in India then (as a child). But I was a young teenager in the eighties, and boy was life hard (in Warsaw). I think one occurrence just about sums it up: I was in Prague with my Mum, I could have been about 15, and we went into a sandwich bar to grab a bite to eat. And my Mum said: you can only have one sandwich, I need the rest of the money to buy something else. I remember looking at all the different tempting sandwiches on display (salami, egg, mayonnaise, ham, bacon, you name it) - and bursting into tears. I just couldn't make up my mind. It seemed so cruel to have to choose. I only got to eat "fancy food" about once a year, when I visited my family in Czechoslovakia... Back home it was bare basics, secondhand clothes I used to dye and adjust, bread lines (my parents thankfully never stood in line for carpets or TVs, just went without), empty shops full of vinegar bottles and sacks of salt. I still remember the shock when I could buy sugar or butter without food stamps. I daresay things have only improved since then.
The reason a lot of people have much fonder memories is probably because they remember the golden era of Gierek's rule in the seventies: he raked in millions of dollars in international loans, mostly American if I remember right. Farmers were granted credit which was usually written off. It was a fools' paradise and Poland is saddled with debt repayments to this day, unless I'm very much mistaken.
I don't remember the good ol' Gierek years because I was in India then (as a child). But I was a young teenager in the eighties, and boy was life hard (in Warsaw). I think one occurrence just about sums it up: I was in Prague with my Mum, I could have been about 15, and we went into a sandwich bar to grab a bite to eat. And my Mum said: you can only have one sandwich, I need the rest of the money to buy something else. I remember looking at all the different tempting sandwiches on display (salami, egg, mayonnaise, ham, bacon, you name it) - and bursting into tears. I just couldn't make up my mind. It seemed so cruel to have to choose. I only got to eat "fancy food" about once a year, when I visited my family in Czechoslovakia... Back home it was bare basics, secondhand clothes I used to dye and adjust, bread lines (my parents thankfully never stood in line for carpets or TVs, just went without), empty shops full of vinegar bottles and sacks of salt. I still remember the shock when I could buy sugar or butter without food stamps. I daresay things have only improved since then.
The reason a lot of people have much fonder memories is probably because they remember the golden era of Gierek's rule in the seventies: he raked in millions of dollars in international loans, mostly American if I remember right. Farmers were granted credit which was usually written off. It was a fools' paradise and Poland is saddled with debt repayments to this day, unless I'm very much mistaken.