Boba's little village
Trip Start Feb 02, 2010
97Trip End Feb 02, 2011
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He managed to find out the name of the town and from family who had visited before and a vague description of where the house was located in the village.He also had a very old picture of the family sitting in front of the house taken sometime in the early nineteen thirties
From the motel it took us two days of gentle riding to get to Rutki. We arrived about four o’clock and had not eaten anything all day so the first thing we did was go to a little ‘Sklep’ and buy some bread, cheese, sausage, and tomatoes. We then went into the village centre and had a picnic in the grass under some trees.
When we were finished eating we went off in search of Boba’s house. The directions from Felix’s cousin said the house was on a small road, (not the main road) and they had come up to a T intersection and it was in front of them. Using ‘navi’ as a guide to the town layout we began systematically checking every T intersection. After about half an hour of walking around we found a house that looked like it could have been the one. But on closer inspection, we noticed it was subtly different in the way the boards lined up with the door frame and window.
And so we kept looking
We showed her the picture of the house and even though we didn’t understand her answer it seemed she didn’t really know. But maybe she did as she was still trying to tell us something. Just then two girls came walking along the road and the lady started calling out to them, they came over and shyly spoke english and translated a few things the lady was saying. Felix explained to the girls what we were doing here. They didn’t know of the house but called one of their friends who could speak better english and maybe could understand what we wanted better
A few moments later a boy came riding towards us on a bike. He spoke english very, very well, especially for his age. Felix explained again what we were doing here and after talking with the girls for a while he suggested we go across the road to where a historian lived - maybe he knew something.
The boy, Marcin and the historian talked for ages and ages and ages after Felix explained again what we were looking for. Finally, he told us, translated though Marcin, he didn’t know of the family or where the house was but suggested we go to an old lady in the village who might remember something. With the two girls and Marcin we wondered back through the village.
On the way we met one of the girls’ father, to whom we also showed the photo, then the mother came over, another man and another young boy. They all looked at the photo and talked and talked - all the while we were standing in the middle of the street. Then the father took the photo and started walking across the street to another house, gesturing we follow. Across the road his mother lived and maybe she would remember the family and where they lived.
Unfortunately even after telling her every name and detail of the Rostkier family, she didn’t remember or know anything of them
And then finally we got some answers! The old man was sure the house we were looking for was the one we were standing right across the street from - now with a new brick structure surrounding it to make it a new shop front. The man said about four or five years ago the place had been renovated and turned into a shop.
So there were a few kinks in the information we had been given from various sources. The directions from Felix’s uncle have led us to believe they found the same house we did at first and must have thought it was the one, but the reasons the old man gave for the one now turned into a shop to be the one were very sound, so we’re not really sure what is the truth. Where Boba really was born, I think is mystery that may never be solved.
Now we had some kind of conclusion for our pilgrimage to Rutki and as an extra bonus we were invited to the culture centre to look at some old photos of the village
Around ten PM we finally said good-bye and thanked them all profusely for their help. The boys directed us to a forest where we could sleep the night, where we have set up as far away from all the disposable nappies and other rubbish chucked into the bushes as is possible. No, apart from all the rubbish it is a really nice forest and a lovely warm night - apparently a storm is brewing.