Warszawa, part XII - POLIN Museum of the History of Polish Jews/ Muzeum Historii Żydów Polskich (ii); Jewish Ghetto in Warszawa

In Erik’s words: ‘Identification– that’s how it starts. And ends with being rounded up, experimented on, eliminated.’

The POLIN restaurant which wasn't open

One last look at the museum..

I retraced my steps, and passed through the Jewish Ghetto.

The borders demarcating the Jewish Ghetto during the German occupation

And then back to the Stare Miasto

Warszawa, part XI - POLIN Museum of the History of Polish Jews/ Muzeum Historii Żydów Polskich (i)

I walked to the POLIN museum of the History of Polish Jews. It was a Thursday, and I got free admission. On the way there I dropped by another Carrefour and got another vanilla milk, again, because apparently I drink loads of vanilla milk and other odd things I don't get to drink elsewhere when I'm in Europe.

The POLIN museum was a rather minimalist, Brutalesque building that was cold and granite and grey and sharp edged. I wasn't surprised when I later found out that it was designed by Finnish architects, as it reminded me of Helsinki. And endless blue skies.