Voyages

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This way!

Follow me, please.

Truly a dead city,

this is one of Europe's

largest Jewish cemeteries.

Before World War Two,

the Jewish community in Poland

numbered some 3.5 million.

Many were politicians,

economists, artists, scientists,

writers, historians, philanthropists...

TRACKS:

Morning, Mrs. Goldstein!

Come on in! It's cold out.

- Sleep well?

- Yes! And you?

Who has the camera?

Milo! You weren't at breakfast.

What were you up to?

Morning, Rivka.

Sleep well?

No? Why not?

- I couldn't sleep.

- You'll soon feel better.

- Mind if I sit there?

- Not at all.

I need some peace.

Yesterday, the couple in front of me

kvetched all day long!

Sleep well?

I had heartburn all night.

You don't say.

You asked me.

Welcome aboard, everyone.

You didn't shave?

Again, please excuse my bad French.

We'll be driving west

through Warsaw,

and onward to Katowice.

It's under 5 hours'drive. Thank you.

This tunnel under the Vistula comes out

in the Prague quarter.

Above us

On your left,

the Palace of Art and Science,

built on Stalin's orders.

The roof garden on the 30th floor

Sorry, am I blocking

- May I?

- Sure.

This is Jean Paul II Avenue

with its mix of postwar

and modern architecture.

The ghetto, now gone,

ran east from here

to Bonifraterska Street,

where a wall cut it off

from the rest of the city.

The monument on your left

commemorates

who held off the German army

for 3 weeks in the spring of '43.

The inhabitants,

some 450,000, were deported

and exterminated at Treblinka.

You've been before?

No, never.

I pictured it differently.

Everything okay?

Mr. Zalcberg?

I'll be watching you today.

Look out!

Weren't you bothered? Out alone?

You saw that taxi driver

hanging around us?

You especially, Mrs. Zalcberg.

Didn't you see him?

Like I said,

keep your purse under your arm!

Especially abroad!

It's not our bags they're after.

You have a short memory!

Be quiet already!

What a nerve!

I'm not here to see Poles.

What Poles?

I don't see any.

It was a group decision, like always.

Next time, hitchhike to Auschwitz!

Couples!

I came on my own.

My wife and sons were against it.

They said it would be too hard

but I think they just don't care.

But their grandparents

died there, right?

This is my oldest, with his kids.

He's a professor. Stomatology.

Did you lose family

in the camps?

My parents and sister were deported.

- This is your first trip?

- Yes.

My granddaughter and her mother.

Cute, isn't she?

Look at those horrible buildings!

They killed all their Jews.

Massacred them.

You don't give a damn.

Not one Jew left.

- Living like rats.

- Dad!

Skip it. No Pole ever hurt me.

See what nice houses they have?

Had a quarrel with your wife?

I forgot her in the cemetery yesterday.

Okay, so?

How long do I have

to be punished?

Mr. Adler,

I had the same trouble with my wife.

That boy's her spitting image.

Try talking to him!

Like mother, like son.

We're slowing down.

Seem to be stopping.

What's the time?

Ladies and gentlemen,

a small technical problem.

We're making a short stop.

Don't worry,

the driver will fix it.

Looks like the radiator.

Where are we?

I've no idea.

I thought I heard a tire burst.

- Maybe it's the lunch stop.

- Already?

It's an air hose.

- What's up?

- One moment...

Has he never seen smoke?

Friends!

Quiet, please. Calm down.

Mr Buhl, our driver,

tells me we've broken down.

Keep calm.

He's going to call a repairman.

We're not far

Doctor! Doctor!

Sit down!

Let the doctor through.

She's coming round.

She's done this before.

It's her nerves.

I'm used to it.

The first ambush victim!

Need to stretch my legs.

You sulked all night already.

Everyone forgets things.

What's the problem?

Madam can't stay

with the group. No!

She wanders off.

Stop this endless brooding!

What am I doing here?

It was your idea, remember?

What?

You think I wanted to come?

You think I'm enjoying this?

Don't hush me!

Let me speak, please.

Stop. I don't feel well.

When do you feel well?

Rehashing the same old stories

all your life.

What good will it do you

You still don't understand.

What are you looking for?

Respect me, please.

What next?

I came with you. I'm here.

What more do you want from me?

Look where it's got us.

If you could see your face!

A sick woman.

Going out? It's freezing!

It's cold in here, too.

Okay, Batia?

Won't be long now.

Tell us the truth!

I'm very sorry about this.

The house has no phone.

How much longer?

Mr. Buhl has gone to find one.

Speak up!

Unfortunately, without the engine

there's no heating.

We're getting blankets

and trying to open that bar, there.

We can't sit here!

Don't worry, friends.

A bus is coming from Katowice.

We have our lunch trays.

Eat, don't worry.

We'll feel better

once we've eaten.

It'll be like...

Club Mediterranee!

...antisemites massacring each other.

It's history. It's true.

What's that to do

with elections in Israel?

You're asking me what Israel

has to do with history?

Do you know what we mean

to Israel, Mr. Milo?

- We?

- All of us! The diaspora.

What Israel expects from us?

I'm sorry to interrupt

but he's right.

What has this to do with Yugoslavia?

Excellent question!

Be smart. Learn from history.

What do you know of Israel?

The Hilton?

Hilton? What do you mean?

You don't eat cabbage?

Sorry. Some things make me angry.

Where were we?

Katowice is here.

About 2 hours' drive.

You live right in Tel Aviv?

In a suburb.

I have a lovely garden.

Do you ever miss Paris?

Sometimes, yes.

Yes.

I like remembering that.

Strangely, just before I joined this trip

By pure chance!

She recognized me.

It often happens.

My wife's cousin and her sister

were neighbors for 30 years,

unawares.

Ruthman's wife.

He worked on Rue Poissonniere.

I knew it well.

Near the Rex. A belt factory,

run by a burly guy,

What's the difference?

Leon Tordjman, Joe Schmo Tordjman...

My landlord in Paris

I'm eating!

They walked right past each other!

On the other hand,

when I sold neckties,

I knew people who traced relatives,

only to find total strangers

with exactly the same name!

A customer of mine

saw his own obituary in Le Figaro.

What upset him most?

The paper comes out, nobody calls!

Not one friend!

- If he's dead...

- Not even his son.

He says "You're Max Klein?"

I say "So what if I am?"

"I'm Nathan Wurman. Remember me?

How are you doing, old friend?"

I think "Wurman?

He insists, so we meet in a caf.

There, I see an old fellow

I don't recognize.

You know who it was?

We'd slept together,

worked together, seen it all together!

We were children.

Two little children.

From his wallet, he brings out

My parents!

I'd smuggled it into the camp.

Wurman found it near my blanket

- you know how we slept -

and he kept it.

I didn't even know he was alive.

He gave it back.

It was fantastic.

He asked if I got a German pension,

then we parted. Had a coffee,

I want him to know.

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