Lisbon, Visas and Jews

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Praça do Comércio at the harbor entrance to Lisbon.

Lisbon is a gorgeous city with a tough history.  We spent today with a specialist in Jewish life here – which went from a quarter of a million souls to 700 between WWII and today.  Between the Axis and Salazar they never had a chance, and before that….  well the stories of abuse and expulsion are too hideous to describe.

It’s enough to say that through the centuries Jews were permitted in Lisbon and Portugal for short periods of time and then expelled.  When the economy tanked and needed a boost, the king always invited them back.  For a while.  Then the cycle began again.  Each time it was “convert or leave.”  And if you do leave, you go without your money, your goods or anything else.  Those who remained, as “cryptojews” (secret Jews or those practicing old Jewish ways even though they were no longer identified as Jews,) or were unfortunate enough to be around during one of the angry Jew-banning periods, retribution was swift and terrible.  Torture, burning at the stake, slow, Game of Thrones deaths by other means and, more than once, forceable seizure of children who were then either adopted by Christians or enslaved.  One particularly terrible story involves 1506, right around Passover, when thousands faced grisly, dramatic trials, sentencing and death. It is not a pretty story.

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Memorial to those who died in 1506

It took until the early 21st Century for anyone to acknowledge and commemorate this terrible time.

There’s lots more, all of it sadly familiar, although in many ways the Portuguese were more horribly creative than most in what they did to the Jews in their midst.

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Aristides De Sousa Mendes

There are also stories of  enormous courage, including Aristides de Sousa Mendes, a diplomat who saved thousands of Jews by issuing visas and exit papers to them after having been forbidden to do so. Mostly though, even today the terrible stories outweigh the good ones.  By a lot.

We learned all this, and so much more, from a spectacular guide named Paolo Scheffer whose knowledge is exceeded only by his passion for sharing it.

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The world’s coolest coup (NBC News)

cropped 40th anniv carnation revolutionThat knowledge, although focused on Jewish history and art history, also covers the politics surrounding the EU and the Portuguese economy, the days of dictator Antonio Salazar and the wonders of the 1974 “Carnation Revolution” whose 40th anniversary was celebrated on April 25th.    The uprising against Portugal’s fascist dictator killed only four, and featured carnations in gun barrels and on demonstrators.  

It’s wonderful to recall, but this day has been replete with memories of uprisings of a different sort, always with the Jews as targets.  Perhaps recalling the carnations and all they stood for also reminds us of the vulnerability of all minorities in all cultures and the need for all of us to rise up to protect them.

 

Welcome to the End of the World

The CliffIt’s 3:30 in the afternoon and we’ve just returned from a trip to the barren cliff of Sagres, which was, until the 15th century, the end of the world.

It was there that Henry the Navigator, the third son of King John of Portugal, sent the explorers he trained and financed out to explore what lay beyond the lands they knew.

It’s an inspiring story – a charismatic royal, never to be king, transforming Portugal and, really, the world.  Sadly, all this wonder emerged despite, not because of, our guide.  It’s tough to overestimate the power of a guide on a bus full of eager learners.  She can seduce, enchant and mesmerize, or she can issue rote descriptions, lecture on the virtues of diversity to a crew of people who are on the trip because it’s what they already value, and, eventually, become toxic force within the community.  And that’s what she was.  Which wouldn’t be worth mentioning except that by the time we left the bus we were so bummed we were sniping at each other.  Agitated and angry, disappointed and dismissed.   OH and she forgot to show us where the statue of Henry was and wouldn’t turn around the one roundabout between us and his lovely presence pointing out to sea.

great heath mossWhen you travel, every day is a jewel to be burnished, full of potential experiences and lessons and joys to share.  So when someone violates the trust of leading this crew of nomads, it’s a grave offense, particularly painful in such a bleak, beautiful, Wuthering Heightsish landscape.

Fortunately, we rallied, went into the Portimāo for lunch, met some cool expats and saw trees wearing granny squares, crochet tree2     History bench

some crazy ceramic benches with one tale of the history of Portugal illustrated on each one and a couple of really interesting political posters.  Tomorrow: Lisbon!

We are not the debt Communist candidate

 

Bruce, Sting, Tangier and Us

Bruce 2 tangier editedAmazing day.  Of course Rick found Said (center,) the guide who worked with Bruce Springsteen and Sting during the 80’s Amnesty tour.  He was a trip and a pleasure.  Tangier is not as romantic or exotic as I had expected but it certainly was interesting.
It was May Day so lots of things were closed including the famous, visited-by-George-Washington American Legation Building.   Morocco was the first country to recognize the new United States in 1777 so it would have been cool to go inside the place so long a part of our shared history, but this country has a real workers’ May Day and public buildings are all closed.
The holiday also meant no garbage collection so the streets were kind of scruffy, too.

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Tangier Synagogue2We went to see the old Sephardic synagogue but the guard had lost the key (seriously !)  We did look in through the open windows though, which actually offered a pretty good view.
Oh, and in case I forgot to tell you , here’s a reluctant undertaking.  For the record.  Yes.  Camels.
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So Many Stories

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Evening, out the window.

There are some amazing people here.  Wander around looking for a poolside table for lunch and two people look up and say, “Join us.”    They turn out to be a pair of characters with whom we share enormous common ground – in broadcasting, in travel, in life.

Go to Trivia at noon and be outclassed at every turn (an unfamiliar experience, I might add.)  Meet two couples who’ve sailed around the world and several who’ve hit most of it.  All full of stories and curiosity and an unfettered sense of adventure. Hyperion

Spend a couple of hours on the private patio; wander upstairs to check out the gym and the spa then downstairs to the “book swap” to find an old favorite I would have rated “highly unlikely” to be along on a trip like this.

Then I met a Game of Thrones couple who had never heard of Hyperion and were thrilled when I went back to the give away and brought it to them.  A perfect cruise reminder:  never assume anything about anyone.  Don’t.

I guess that’s true in general but out here on the sea it’s particularly so.  Physical therapist or CEO, accountant or fashionista, nobody is predictable and almost everybody is as eager to meet you as you are to meet them.  An openness to discovery – of new places, people, food, books and ideas dominates.

A lecture on tomorrow’s destination filled the large auditorium.  It’s a kind of floating grad school dorm for grownups. In other words, as we move toward our first stop in Tangier in about eight hours, we’re a bunch of excited, curious, energetic travelers who also just happen to be living on a ship where this appeared at the foot of our bed tonight.

Yes, he’s a towel wearing Rick’s sunglasses and holding the info on our next stop in his paws.  Goodnight for now, from Rick, me and the bunny. Rabbit bed