The tragic death of Pola Nireńska. This is how Jan Karski experienced the death of his wife

Blood on the leaves, blood on the roots, everything can be forgotten, but not the sound of the fall. It echoes, returns, even though it came without us. People sleep longer on Saturdays, although in the summer the beds of cities empty, so it is difficult to count those who heard. It is even harder to believe that no one was there to stop the course of events. But even if someone had been walking along 4601 North Park Avenue on that overcast July…