In the fall of 1991 I was teaching in a city on the Baltic Coast of Poland, a few hours on the train from Gdansk. In early November, there was what was then described as the first Polish national holiday our from under the yoke of some other power or another. These working lads – no doubt pals of Lech’s – were waiting in the line up for the parade in Gdansk.
I am still hunting for the photos I have of the gates of the Lenin shipyards.