1.0heritohttps://herito.pl/en/Klaudia Słupekhttps://herito.pl/en/author/klaudia-slupek/rich600338<blockquote class="wp-embedded-content" data-secret="cbl4IXtv7s"><a href="https://herito.pl/en/artykul/maurizio-cattelan-a-female-christ/">Kneeling Hitler</a></blockquote><iframe sandbox="allow-scripts" security="restricted" src="https://herito.pl/en/artykul/maurizio-cattelan-a-female-christ/embed/#?secret=cbl4IXtv7s" width="600" height="338" title="“Kneeling Hitler” — herito" data-secret="cbl4IXtv7s" frameborder="0" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" scrolling="no" class="wp-embedded-content"></iframe><script type="text/javascript"> /* <![CDATA[ */ /*! This file is auto-generated */ !function(d,l){"use strict";l.querySelector&&d.addEventListener&&"undefined"!=typeof URL&&(d.wp=d.wp||{},d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage||(d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage=function(e){var t=e.data;if((t||t.secret||t.message||t.value)&&!/[^a-zA-Z0-9]/.test(t.secret)){for(var s,r,n,a=l.querySelectorAll('iframe[data-secret="'+t.secret+'"]'),o=l.querySelectorAll('blockquote[data-secret="'+t.secret+'"]'),c=new RegExp("^https?:$","i"),i=0;i<o.length;i++)o[i].style.display="none";for(i=0;i<a.length;i++)s=a[i],e.source===s.contentWindow&&(s.removeAttribute("style"),"height"===t.message?(1e3<(r=parseInt(t.value,10))?r=1e3:~~r<200&&(r=200),s.height=r):"link"===t.message&&(r=new URL(s.getAttribute("src")),n=new URL(t.value),c.test(n.protocol))&&n.host===r.host&&l.activeElement===s&&(d.top.location.href=t.value))}},d.addEventListener("message",d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage,!1),l.addEventListener("DOMContentLoaded",function(){for(var e,t,s=l.querySelectorAll("iframe.wp-embedded-content"),r=0;r<s.length;r++)(t=(e=s[r]).getAttribute("data-secret"))||(t=Math.random().toString(36).substring(2,12),e.src+="#?secret="+t,e.setAttribute("data-secret",t)),e.contentWindow.postMessage({message:"ready",secret:t},"*")},!1)))}(window,document); //# sourceURL=https://herito.pl/wp-includes/js/wp-embed.min.js /* ]]> */ </script> https://herito.pl/wp-content/uploads/2021/10/him_bymaurizio_cattelan_in_warsaw_ghetto_2013-scaled.jpeg19222560The taxi driver who is taking us to Próżna Street says he will go with us as he wants to see Hitler, too. Próżna Street, some two hundred steps long, is the last extant part of the Warsaw Ghetto. When I was here three years ago, both sides of the street were authentic – grim, grey facades with blind windows, in which some artist had installed large-scale photographs of people who had lived and died in the Ghetto, but in these three years the left-hand side of the street had been renovated, yellow plaster started shining, the ground floor in one of the townhouses was occupied by a bank, so the Ghetto had shrunk to a few buildings on the right-hand side. At the entrance to one of them, on a white wooden door with flakes of white paint pealing off, a hexagonal hole has been cut out at eye level, two hands high and one hand wide. And that is all, no trace of a poster, a sign or a caretaker; only occasionally a middle-aged man appears in these freezing cold days, in a sheepskin coat, usually grasping a bottle of beer, at first sight a local drunk or homeless, who, when you ask him where Hitler is, will point to the six-angled opening and take the opportunity to introduce himself as a guard, but no one will believe him.