—Karol Obidniak, student Our School, 2017, based on Mój Villard de Lans, 1978.
In the world of disillusionment that was unfolding in 1939, young people everywhere were instinctively looking for ideals to mobilise their strengths as they entered adult life. I arrived at the Polish high school in Villard-de-Lans in 1941, at this incredible school where the children of Polish immigrant miners from the north of France and soldiers sat on the same classroom benches, and where the teachers were university professors. There I met a catechist and educator, Father Bronisław Bozowski.
Like almost all my friends, like young people all over the world, I was an inveterate dreamer, I aspired to a better future for Poland and for the world. We believed in it so much that it was enough for us to be happy; there was no room for any other faith in our imagination. “Bozower” , as we called our chaplain, sought to enrich our imagination, saturated with temporal desires, with faith in God and eternal life. But when you ‘re sixteen or seventeen, life itself seems divine and so full of promise that you think it ‘s eternal. Bozower knew us too well not to know that. No doubt that ‘s why, with rare patience and understanding, he discussed with us this world that we saw from a materialistic angle. The respect he showed for our opinions led us to admire his faith.
I remember one lesson when we attacked him mercilessly with a question laden with demagoguery: “Can you give us an approximate date when divine grace will have been sufficiently poured out on mankind to humanise them to the point of allowing them access to God and Paradise?” The hour passed more quickly than usual, followed by a biology lesson with Mrs Zofia Łukasiewicz, nicknamed Amoeba, and then a philosophy lesson with Mr Tarlo-Maziński. After those three hours of lively discussions, our cheeks were flushed; our teachers remained invincible, but knew not to overwhelm us with their knowledge.
I can still feel the warmth and joy of those classes today. How important it was for us young people to measure ourselves against such authorities in their respective fields, while remaining ourselves and not being ridiculed! It was a lesson in tolerance that invigorated and inspired us! An unforgettable lesson.
Bozower regretted that we did not share his faith, but he allowed us to flourish with opinions that were not his own. He very much participated in shaping our lives here on earth, while seeing his future in the hereafter. He was close to us on account of the respect with which he approached our differences. He was close to us on account of his utopian faith, similar to ours, in a better tomorrow for Poland and for the world.