Above is a photo of my father, Mr. Ryszard Karczewski, as he takes a well deserved beer break from a hard day of renovating the house. (His name is pronounced "Richard" by the way, Polish can be a strange thing.) I must say it was nice to spend a weekend working with him, having deep discussions on his life and drive with immigrating to Canada almost 30 years ago. I never took the subject to heart when I was younger, not realizing the true struggles that immigrants who are looking for a better life go through.
My dad was very successful back in the day, regardless of the Communist Regime that plagued Poland at the time. He owned his own car repair shop and enjoyed riding street bikes and driving fast vehicles in his spare time. One day he met my beautiful mother, Evva Rocka, who later became his wife. Unfortunately she had been struggling with various health issues since she was a child. Constantly hospitalized, and never able to get the right treatment during communism left her life hanging by a few strings. Leaving Poland was a very difficult task during communism, almost utterly impossible in fact, but it had to be done.
My grandpa put his foot forward to help them. He was an intellectually powerful man, being a highly recognized Judge in Poland. He was fully German, but his hate and shame of German politics due to World War II brought him into hiding this fact. They struggled to get my father his German citizenship, but were finally successful and my parents were able to flee Poland. They called Western Germany their new home. The Berlin Wall which divided the nation still stood strong at this time as well by the way. Thankfully my mother received proper health care and was back to a stable state thanks to Germany's medical technology.
After a few years, the huge decision was made to move to a glorious land mass named Canada, with hope of a better life and being alongside its immense nature.
I am truly glad and appreciative of their decision to move... I love Canada.