Krakow and west

Wahington Times ^ | August 5, 2006 | Corina Lothar

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The shrill, thin whistle of the train; the rattling wooden boxcars filled with moaning, miserable people; the tracks leading from the West and ending in a single track entering into the horror of Birkenau are memories emblazoned into the collective memory of the civilized world. I was one of the lucky ones to have escaped all that, and now I was retracing a train voyage in the opposite direction: from Krakow through Silesia to Wroclaw (long known by its German name, Breslau), through what was East Germany, into Berlin and Potsdam, ending in Munich. The journey of a group of travel writers began in Krakow, that splendid medieval city barely touched by the ravages of World War II, whose charter dates to 1257. Once there were eight gates to the city and 47 towers along its moated walls. The towers were defended by the various guilds, such as those for the haberdashers, butchers and carpenters; just a few remain. The moat has been transformed into a park that encircles the inner city. The main entrance to the city is St. Florian's Gate, with the emblem of Poland, the royal eagle, upon it. A second fortification to protect the entrance to the city was built in the 15th century. Although the second wall no longer exists, St. Florian's Gate and the Barbican, a red brick construction in Arabian design, still stand. Street musicians play Bach and Mozart on accordions and xylophones beside the thick stone walls. Krakow's market square is one of the largest and certainly most splendid medieval squares in all of Europe, divided in two by the great Cloth Hall, perhaps the world's first shopping mall. The Cloth Hall is filled with souvenir shops selling more than cloth -- amber from the Baltic, folk craft, postcards and pottery.

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