Bernie Off to Poland
(in photo, Bernie exercising with Ari Setsudo Pliskin)
By Roshi Eve Myonen Marko, ZPO
MONTAGUE, MASSACHUSETTS, USA. Bernie goes off to Poland on Friday.
Back in June, when he barely walked and had only just mastered the stairs, he began to say how much he wanted to join the November retreat at Auschwitz-Birkenau, the Zen Peacemakersâ€™ 21st annual retreat at the concentration camps. To be honest, I thought it was pretty crazy.
When we filled out questionnaires for the Taub Clinic in Alabama, one of the questions asked what specific and practical outcomes Bernie hoped for from their intensive therapy, and he asked me to write that he wished to go to the retreat in Poland. Again I thought it was pretty crazy.
On Friday heâ€™s going. Without me. There will be people accompanying him on the planes between Boston and Krakow, and someone with him the entire time heâ€™s in Poland, not to mention some 80 other folks whoâ€™ll be happy to see him and do everything they can for him.
Heâ€™s been practicing his walking outside on uneven terrain, as heâ€™s doing with Ari in the photo. At the camps themselves heâ€™ll need to use his wheelchair, and momentarily I think of one of the exhibits at the Auschwitz Museum showing the various canes and prosthetics the people arriving on the trains used. They were the very ones who were quickly ushered to extinction while the mechanical aids, seen as more valuable than the humans, were given a longer life. I wonder what heâ€™ll think when he sees that exhibit.
If he sees it. The Museum is not wheelchair accessible and itâ€™s a lot of walking. Bernie will have to pace himself, see what he can do, how far he can go, how far he can let himself be from a bathroom. The camps are meant to be arduous. No drinking or eating is allowed inside those fences, and Birkenau itself is huge. But over the 21 years quite a number of people with some disability have joined this retreat.
Since Iâ€™ve heard of his wish to go back there Iâ€™ve thought of the old scenario of human approaching the officer in elegant uniform and told whether to go right or left. I think I know where Bernie at 77, after a stroke, using a cane or wheelchair, would have been told to go.
And me? At 66? Hair half-gray half-brown, energetic but with a middle turned flabby and perpetual blue circles under her eyes? Where would I be sent now?
Originally published on Eve’s blog. Read more of her writings here.
January 17, 2018