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13. Stanislawow Jail

I was next transferred to a prison in Stanislawow, where I stayed for about two months before being deported to yet another prison, or rather another 'education centre'.  This time it was situated in Russian territory at a place called Poltava, which lies between Kiev and Charkov.  Before I continue further, I would like to describe life at Stanislawow's jail.  Stanislawow's jail consisted of a large complex of buildings in which two to three thousand inhabitants were held.  There were large cells with double windows which had bars fitted to them.  In front of the windows there were metal screens set at an angle 45 degrees, so you could see the sky but not the windows opposite.  The cell was about 24 by 24 feet with a toilet in the corner, and was occupied by 30 to 40 men.  We had to sleep on the bare floor, side by side, packed like sardines in a can.  When you were trying to turn over, you had to wait for the others to do the same.  If you were trying to do this on your own, apart from being verbally abused, you had to put up with your neighbour breathing in your face!  I had only light weight trousers and a jacket to wear since my overcoat went with my friend.  My jacket was used both as a cushion and a blanket at the same time.  At night we dressed ourselves because of the cold,but during day it was the other way round. 

I shared the cell with other Poles who had been captured attempting to 'emigrate illegally', or just because the Russians wanted cheap labour in the Siberian camps which were places where nobody voluntarily, or being sound of mind, would go.   Among those in the cell were doctors, professors and simple people, both young and old.  There was even a seventeen year old boy with his father.  When I asked this youth why he was arrested, he said that it was because they accused him of not preventing his grandfather from fighting against them in 1920 when they invaded Poland.  He had told them that it was impossible because he wasn't born until two years later, but they still insisted that he should have prevented him.  You may draw your own conclusions from this!

To break the monotony in our daily life, we were very often called for interrogation, mostly at night, and many times it lasted for hours.  Usually it occurred at about midnight, when your body resistance was at its lowest level.  When it was your turn, the door of the cell was opened and your name was called.  We jokingly used to say "Po backu i po macku", which translated into English means "After father and after mother".  To clarify this I need to explain that Russians always add the Christian name of your father to your surname.  For example, my name is Jozef Stendera, and supposing my father's Christian name is Adam, then my full name would be Jozef Stendera Adamowich.  In other words "Jozef, son of Adam".  After your name was called out, you had to walk in front of the caller, who was the man who was going to interrogate you and on whom your return with or without a bloody face, some long hours later,depended.  During this walk your interrogator always carried a newspaper under his arm where he kept his hand on a revolver. During the interrogation they asked you many silly questions like "Why were you trying to leave Russia; why illegally?" They wanted to know the names and addresses of your friends, especially those opposed to the communist regime, and so on.  If you were lucky, you were sitting fully on a chair.  If not then you were sitting on the edge of it with your legs outstretched in front of you. 

After such an interview, you were taken back to your cell with the same ceremony, sometimes with a bleeding face.  Now, as you returned to 'ordinary' life while being captive, you were described as 'zakluczony', which means that you were under lock and key. Depending on the accusations you were under, you were given a criminal code (status) according to which your future sentence would be passed by three invisible judges somewhere in Moscow.  The outcome of such judgment would be made known to you when you were called to the prison commandant's office and told to sign a 'contract' for so many years of hard labour somewhere in Siberia, (if you would be lucky enough to survive that long!).  My 'contract', according to code '58', was eight years.  A year later, after I had expressed aloud my thoughts about 'backo' (grandfather) Stalin, this sentence was increased by another five, which I referred to as 'overtime'!

Under the Russian custom, when you are just an ordinary 'zakluczony', you were without any rights and even your daily ration of bread was smaller, (400g).  However, after signing up to your sentence, your bread ration was increased to 600g and you were given 100 cigarettes each week.  You were also given sugar which was measured in a match box.  

Of course we had our daily soup from fish bones.  We tried to find some fish meat in it, but with no luck.  Still, we found those fish bones very useful because we made sewing needles from them.  For cotton we used fabric from bandages obtained, sometimes using slight 'persuasion', from victims with wounds.  There were also 'sculptors' who from brown, or sometimes white bread, (if somebody was lucky enough to get a food parcel from home), would chew it with saliva and then mold the figures to make a chess set.  After drying, these figures were hard and long lasting, providing guards didn't steal them for their own use!

Cigarettes were often supplied but ran out before the next ration was issued.  Those lucky ones who still had some left were sharing them with others who had run out of 'fuel', often in exchange for another kind of delicacy.  It came to a point that when the last cigarette was going round, the final few smokers were holding it at the end of a fish bone or a matchstick and then one cigarette was smoked by5 to 10 people, the last one burning his lips!

Our hosts were also taking us daily, if they could spare the time, for 15 minutes walks in the prison yard and every month we had a shower and our clothes were disinfected.  The clothes were tied together and then they were put into hot air boilers where all the parasites such as lice, etc.  were supposed to be killed.  To our disbelief however, these parasites were more lively than before the treatment!  We also had a unique telephone system which we used so we could communicate with inmates living in the same building block.  For the microphone and earphone we used the toilet bowls.  There was no water in these bowls so by speaking into it and and listening, providing there was no water in the connecting pipes at the time of  'transmission', we could communicate with other cells.

During the daytime we were not allowed to sleep.  We had to sit on the floor or stand.  At night the lights were on, although dimmed,so it was possible to see fleas jumping from one person to another or the lice and other blood sucking parasites crawling all over you.  There was also the problem, caused by lying on the bare floor, which caused a lot of boils to form on the side of your thighs.  In order to get rid of them, you had to see the prison "wratch" (doctor).  He prescribed an empty beer bottle, which was given to you in the evening to be filled with your own "lager", and afterwards handed back to the guard who, after putting your name on it, left outside the door of your cell. 

After 24 hours of fermentation, you were given this 'potion' back, so that you could rub it on the affected places, returning the bottle afterwards to repeat the same operation for at least two more days.  To my amazement, after about ten days, the sore places disappeared, at least until the next time, which was about eight weeks hence. 

Time was passing very slowly and life became monotonous.  To change that, I decided to give lectures about aircraft engines, radio(there was no television yet in Poland at that time), and photography.  For a blackboard I used the whitewashed walls of the cell, and instead of chalk, I used black charcoal from partly burnt wood we collected during our daily walks.  Of course after each inspection by the prison commandant, which was on average every 2 weeks, I usually ended up in the 'cooler, with only half of my bread ration, no sugar, no cigarettes and even no fish bones in the soup, only smelly water!

Three days after rejoining my 'class', I carried on with my 'lectures' as before, but this time on freshly whitewashed walls, redecorated during my absence.  This continued until the commandant's next inspection.  The outcome of his visit was similar to the previous one, only instead of three days in the 'cooler', it was five days, with a warning that next time it might be four weeks!

Luckily it didn't happen, because two weeks later myself, and many of my 'pupils' were loaded, like cattle, into railway carriages which were fitted with wooden dividers to provide extra floor space to lie on.  There was an area in the middle of the carriage for a stove.  There was also an exit to one side of the sliding door through which we had entered and through which food and water was 'thrown' in or, if somebody 'didn't make it', was pulled out.  Apart from that, with the exception of opening it to count us, that door was closed and locked from the outside.  The other sliding door was permanently closed but it contained a small hole. Attached to this hole was a 'sewage pipe' made from two narrow planks of wood arranged in a 'V' shape, about five feet long and hung at a 45degree angle.  That was our 'toilet'.  There were also two small windows (with bars) on each of the side walls, which had some kind of flaps that we kept closed.  In every carriage there were about 40 to 50 prisoners. 

At the end of each train, searchlights were used to illuminate the rails, in case somebody was trying to escape by breaking through the floor.  It is difficult to say how many carriages were in transport, but I estimate it was about thirty.  This included accommodation for around thirty guards, dogs and, of course, salted herrings, water and black bread to feed over a thousand people during the three day's journey to the next destination, Poltava jail. 

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