This morning I was in bed when I heard my (wonderful) roommate Pawel telling Celia that the plane carrying Polish President Lech Kaczynsk crashed, killing him and many of the country's top leaders on their way to Katyn. The mere fact of the crash and the loss of the head of state is terrible. But the irony of the crash occurring on route to the site of the Soviet massacre of 20,000 Polish officers in WWII is infinitely more shocking. It's like pouring salt on an open wound. This year marked the 70th anniversary of the tragedy, and was the first time a Russian official attended. It seemed after years of tension over the issue things were starting to get better. And then this. My heart goes out to the families of the victims, and of course to the Polish people. My one optimistic spark comes from the hope that today awareness spread internationally about the murders at Katyn in 1940. If you haven't seen the Oscar-nominated film Katyn by Andrej Wajda, I highly recommend it.
More images from memorials in Krakow here.