  Last Sunday was a special day in Warsaw, Poland. A day of beautiful, sunny weather, just like 60 years ago. A day of reunions after decades of separation. A day of speeches and of silence. A day of lighting candles, walking and reminescing.
And on every street, every square there were posters saying: "PW 1944" or "WAR SAW" and others, showing people with white and red arm-bands on their arms. And suddenly, this place felt beautiful again. It felt like it had felt before the war - a proud, cultural capital, diverse and distinguished. It felt brave and important. For a long moment in time. The Warsaw Uprising urlLink http://www.1944.pl/index.php?id=117 
