In my latest book, Carstensz, Stone Age to Iron Age [CLICK TO BUY] I describe my adventures and misadventures in Indonesia while climbing the highest peak in Oceania, Puncak Jaya, one of the Seven Summits. While I discuss the locals in fair detail in the book, this brought forth a handful of comments of a political nature in my Twitter feed, the first of which ask why I don’t discuss the locals.
I am fifth generation Polish in the USA. My country of origin, Poland, has been traded, bought, sold, bartered, fought for, won, lost and about every other combination of ownership possible, by some variation or progenitor of the German and Russian nations for hundreds of years.
There’s no family history available, since all the elderly early generation family members are long gone and left no journals or diaries I’m aware of. There’s no way to say one way or another why they left Poland, and whether or not any political events preceded their immigration. Be that as it may, I am now a citizen of the USA, and have no real political inclination toward Poland or Germany or Russia or whatever the borders and boundaries were at any point in known or unknown history.
A very long time ago, working as a cold calling salesperson, I was advised to remove all the negativity in my life. It’s a happier way to be. That includes worry or stress over my family history and any political or geographical events that contributed to it. I’m making my own history.