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In the spring of 1974, Andrej Bozek came up with a plan so risky that he kept it even from his wife. "She probably would have gone to the police," he says.
"I probably would have," Irene Bozek agrees. "I thought it was much too dangerous."
Andrej, a bus-factory worker in the battle-worn Polish city of Olawa, wanted desperately to get Irene and their three children out from under the repression of the country's Communist regime. But to discourage defection, the Polish government almost never allowed families to leave together, and the Iron Curtain was heavily guarded. So Andrej plotted to take his youngest child, 3-year-old Alec, on a legal, ten-day vacation to Austria—then seek asylum at a refugee camp in the town of Traiskirchen, 15 miles south of Vienna. He would take his chances on whether the Polish government would let the rest of his family follow.
It was at Camp Traiskirchen that photographer Sean Kernan and I met Andrej and Alec, while preparing to make a documentary film for CBS-TV about families emigrating to the United States. The camp's atmosphere was laced with resignation and fear, but the Bozeks were different. "Even in their stateless condition, Andrej seemed calm, almost confident," Kernan recalls. Alec was beguiling and "seemed completely comfortable in the world. He didn't complain and he immediately engaged with everyone and everything."
In the United States, it was the high season of Watergate, and the refugee camp echoed with rumors of an imminent U.S. government collapse. The Bozeks, who spoke no English, were unfazed. With the guidance of an English-speaking refugee, they spent hours studying a children's book of United States history.
Rumors of collapse notwithstanding, the U.S. government would receive more than 130,000 refugees the next year. In December 1974, after five months at Traiskirchen, the Bozeks' wait was suddenly over: Andrej received a letter that began, "You have been accepted by the United States of America."
He told his wife the news in a letter, just as he had told her of his defection, promising that the family would be reunited in the United States—eventually. Irene was not mollified. "I was so angry with him...that he took away my baby, and I might not be able to see them," she recalls. "I was crying and I was mad."
Andrej and Alec arrived in New York City on January 29, 1975. A refugee agency sent them to Perth Amboy, New Jersey, where they shared, with another refugee, a room over a Polish bar. Work and child care were scarce. After about four months, a regular at the bar advised Andrej to "go west." Research by Helen Whitney, an associate producer of our film, led him to Fredericksburg, Texas, west of Austin. Within days of arriving, "Andy" had a new name and a job in construction, and "Alex" had playmates, cowboy boots and a bevy of surrogate mothers.
That July, Irene applied for Polish passports for herself, her 12-year old-son, Darius, and her daughter, Sylvia, 5. "The man at the police station said, ‘Forget that,' " she says. She went to the U.S. consulate in Warsaw to seek visas, and an official there told her that her husband's participation in our film—which the State Department knew about—would doom her chances of getting out of Poland. "This was the first time I had heard about a movie," Irene says. "That depressed me even more." Still, she reapplied to the Polish government for a family passport.
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This was the harsh reality living under communism in Poland. When my mom left Poland after her divorce in 1971 and asked for political asylum in Germany, the communist government punished her, my grandparents and me (a 5 year old) by withholding passports and permission to travel overseas for SEVEN years!
When I see people calling Obama a communist my blood boils; they have no clue what living under communism is like.
Posted by Paul Z. Balcer on August 27,2009 | 11:05AM
As I sat in my doctor's waiting room I picked up your magazine and began to read your "Indelible Images" about Andrej Bozek and his son Alec. After reading the first page I began to cry. I am sure the other people in the waiting room thought i was crazy but you see...change his name to mine, Peter Polasek, and the country of Czechoslavkia and the dates to 1980 I followed almost the exact path to the United States. From Camp Traiskirchen to New York to Texas to California! Today, I feel that I am have achieved the American dream so far away from those days of entree. I sat down with my two teenage boys and read the article to them and laughted and cried remembering my path to this great country. I am proud of who I have become and know that my journey and sacrifice here was so well worth it. Thank you for this article about Andrej/me!!
Posted by peter polasek on September 22,2009 | 08:13AM