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Lessons learned from growing up in Poland with a little side of communism

I started this blog a while ago but I’ve never had a good introduction. In fact, my about page is really lacking. It’s time to fix that! What follows is the first of a few posts I’ll write to flesh out my about me page. It’ll be a proper introduction to the person behind the blog. In this one, I’ll cover my early years in Poland. I was a wee lad and didn’t understand much but I’ll try my best to remember the important things.

The first ten years of my life were spent in Poland. Communism was all the rage back then, at least for the first few years of my life. I don’t know if you know much about communism but in practice, it seems to suck.

Here’s my story all about how I grew up poor and the lessons I took from my childhood. All that with a little bit of communism thrown in for flavor!

My Childhood in Poland

I was born in Warsaw, Poland in 1984.

Poland wasn’t the happening mecca of Europe that you know today. It was part of the Soviet Bloc of countries and it came with all the things soviet influence might entail. There was communism and quite a bit of Russian control and meddling and probably some other crap I missed since I was too young. Chernobyl happened nearby too a few years after I was born so that sucked although Poland only got a little bit of radiation.

Honestly, I don’t remember much of what happened before the 1990s since I was just a little Polish baby. I’m sure you’re all well versed in Polish history so I won’t spend much time on it. The key part to know is that the late 1980s were a time of revolutions that brought an end to communist rule and brought democracy to Poland. Yay! That meant no more communist comrades and some new western friends.

There are some things that stick out to me from my early days. It wasn’t a time of plenty. I recall my mother, who worked as a secretary, taking us to wait in food lines where we were handed tickets. These magical tickets were used to get the limited amount of meat that the butcher got that day. Christmas which stuck out to me as a kid wasn’t a time of plenty either as presents were often just some Oranges and a new pair of socks.

Honestly, some of these early memories likely came from my brother who told me about them. The four of us lived in a tall, bland, soviet style apartment building. There were dozens of them lined up one next to the other. They all looked the same. I don’t have many pictures from that time period.

It was a uniform design and depressing soviet bloc color palette. I wish I had some pictures of the inside because it was just as impressive.

We were on the 9th floor of one of these tall apartments.  There was no air conditioning although I think there might have been an elevator. Yes, we were THAT spoiled. I can’t claim that as a fact as I recall climbing up stairs quite often. Perhaps that was because because the elevator was often broken. Communism doesn’t necessarily bring top notch quality.

Most of my memories of Poland are after the communist influence ended. However, as with all things, change doesn’t happen overnight. That means a lot of the soviet elements stuck around into the 90s. I didn’t have a huge frame of reference to compare the time before and after communism but according to my parents, things definitely did get better.

Even if it took some time, once the kicking 1990s rolled on through, the world was suddenly opening up to me and to Poland too. I was around 6, starting school and seeing a whole new world.

The first lesson little Polish me learned was that communism sucks. I got that quickly as I saw things begin to change. Part of it was my parents telling me about how much better things were but a lot of it was seeing it right before my eyes.

Amazing technology such as a telephone became available. Suddenly, we were on a waiting list to get a freaking phone. It was a long wait since everyone wanted one. It was a big day when the phone guy came to our apartment to finally make it happen. Holy crap, we could call people in other buildings now! Television which up till now was controlled by the government suddenly became a lot more interesting as private channels came into existence.

The dream of the 90s was coming alive in Poland! We were lucky since we were in the city where technology was adopted at a much quicker pace.

It was different outside of the cities. My dad came from a small village and we used to visit often. That meant trading the newly found comforts of the city for Polish village life.

We didn’t have much in the city but we were freaking spoiled compared to what they had there. We had electricity for one, entertainment and a bathroom plus other sweet first world benefits.

Out on the farm, there was a water hole you could jump into if you wanted to come out covered in leeches and a bunch of farm animals to play with. I remember riding pigs and cows for entertainment since there wasn’t much else to do. One of my cousins got thrown off some pigs straight into a ton of poison ivy once, that was a bad day for him. We also had a bike that split in half during an accident and was tied together with ropes. It drove it but was certainly a wobbly experience.

There was no toilet. One of the worst things was having to get up in the middle of the night to walk to the barn and do my business near the cows. One night I woke up below the multitude of covers needed to make it through a winter night to find a rat just hanging out on top of me. You want a shower or bath, forget about it. You know, typical farm life things. I certainly yearned for the city comforts whenever we were out there.

Still, it was good to see this other part of life. It wasn’t all bad as there were plenty of animals to play with and farmland to explore. I was too young to realize it but it was a difficult life out there. The entire family lived on small farm and many services were very lacking. There was no running water so cleanliness wasn’t a top priority. Healthcare and mental care were nonexistent too.

We visited often but never stayed too much so I might have enjoyed staying there for a few days but I didn’t envy my cousins who had to be out there all year.

I think it was around then that I began to appreciate what I had back in the city. We didn’t have much but we definitely had more than my cousins. We’d spend some time out there but then we’d go back home to Warsaw.

In Warsaw, things were pretty decent. Poland was always quite a ways behind the states behind but the 90s started to tighten that difference. Television shows like Dynasty or Miami Vice were big in the early 90s even though they aired in the 80s in the U.S and a 10 year time difference ain’t bad!

We weren’t poor by any means. Our apartment was OK, we had water in the city and had enough food. We even had a car, a tiny Fiat that certainly wasn’t built with comfort in mind.

Sometimes we’d have to fit five to six people in there which required some geometric ingenuity. The car really was the peak of 1980s polish engineering – 23hp of pure road burning strength. We mainly used the car when we had to go outside of the city. Otherwise, it was the bus for us since gas was expensive.

I didn’t really consider whether we were rich or poor back then. All my friends lived a similar life so I assumed that’s how life went.

This was it.

I had a bike and spent a ton of time outside since it was too hot in the apartment. Toys were rare and mostly saved for special occasions like Christmas. We were fed, clothed and had a roof over our heads and that was life.

It was the same for my friends as far as I knew. One of my friends got an Amiga and a Commodore 64 so I spent a lot of time over there playing games. Eventually we even got an Atari system that took cassette tapes. Waiting 16 minutes for a cassette tape to load a game was the height of luxury! Later, we even got a bootleg Nintendo, the Pegasus.

School wasn’t too far away so my friends and I walked there. Then we’d hang out at home or at someone’s house until our parents got home. A small mall opened up not too far away from us and we could take the bus and see if any new games were out.  Eventually, a pet store opened not too far from my apartment and my friends would spend hours there just look at animals. My parents eventually got me a hamster. One day, a parrot randomly flew into our balcony. Hey, free pet! We got him a cage and friend too.

My parents worked a lot as did my friends’ parents so we all just spent a lot of time on our own. We were probably 7 or 8 at the time and we were home alone most of the time or running around the neighborhood with no care in the world.

Life was simple but decent. I had what I needed and didn’t really know anything else. None of my friends were rich nor was anyone in my family. This was my view of the world and I learned to be content with it.

We did have an uncle who would show off his fancy alcohol that he got at his job. That was the first time I noticed that others may have more than us. My dad would always complain about how he was showing off when we left his house.

It certainly wasn’t all gravy. Healthcare was a real mixed bag. It was free but it was terrible. I recall my mother bringing a gift of some sort each time we went to the doctor for better service. It was almost expected. Hell, maybe that’s how my uncle got all his fancy alcohol – perhaps a remnant of the nepotism in the communist era.

My parents often spoke of corruption and unfair practices but I was a kid and didn’t notice a lot of that stuff. It wasn’t the life I knew so I wasn’t really impacted.

We even had a dentist at my school. Hey, free dental care right? Once I was unlucky enough to get a root canal there. I vividly recall him jamming some small metal rods filled with orange goo into my tooth while I cried and moaned in pain. There was no pain reduction or anything like that. It was Poland, we were hard and didn’t need that stuff! I learned that day why people don’t love dentists in a big way. The worst part was that I had to have the tooth redone later since it was a total botch job.

Teachers at school were mean readily slapping kids with a ruler. The quality of infrastructure was lacking. It wasn’t unheard of to have class during winter in a room with a broken window. One thing I will say is that school in Poland was surprisingly good and we covered a lot of material at a quick clip. I found that the material we covered in Poland in 4th grade was way ahead of what was being covered in America.

My dad’s job as an airplane part maker and my mom’s secretary job was enough to support us. My parents brought in around 20 million zloty per month. We were multi millionaires baby! I was doing well in school, had good friends and was enjoying the slowly improving quality of life.

I was all ready to grow up in Poland. It was all I knew.

In 1993, one of my dad’s friends got him a work visa in the U.S.

The job in the United States paid somewhere in the neighborhood of $40,000 per year. It wasn’t a fortune but it was about 10x more than my parents were making in Poland. The cost of living was different but he could send the money over making it an easy decision.

My dad went to America and we stayed behind. It was a great opportunity and he had to take it. Life didn’t change too much although we had a bit more money. For my communion, I even got a real Nintendo GameBoy. It was the big one and my dad sent it over from the states and I thought that was the coolest!

It was clear that my dad liked the United States a lot more than Poland. There was talk about moving the whole family over but it was as easy as just flying over. However, the immigration act of 1990 at least made it a possibility. Thanks George H.W. Bush!

My mom wasn’t too eager to leave her entire family but Dad eventually convinced her to try. After all, he was in the U.S. now and wanted us to join him. It was no sure thing but we applied for the Visa lottery and actually got selected. I’m sure the fact that my dad already had a skill based job in the states helped.

It all happened in a whirlwind. One day, I was living in Poland and then suddenly we were packing, getting on a plane for the first time and moving somewhere new. Leaving my friends and family behind was scary to me. This was a whole new world but my dad said it’d be better and who was I to disagree.

In 1994, we arrived at the newly remodeled Warsaw airport with all of our belongings in hand.

We were going to America. THE AMERICA. It looked so cool in the movies and on TV shows and everyone was super happy. Poland was starting to modernize as well as reflected by the airport but it was still at the starting line with that process.

America offered a lot more opportunity and my parents knew it. My time in Poland was brief and it wasn’t a large portion of my life but overall, it wasn’t a terrible experience. Now it was time for a new chapter in my life.

We got on the plane in search of the American dream.

That’s it for part 1. I hope you know a bit more about me now and I’ll be back with another post about my first experiences in America which you can read here. Thanks for reading and hope you enjoyed it!


  • othalafehu

    MY wife visited Bratislava in 1990. Just after communism and the beginning of westerners going behind the Iron Curtain. The stories were fascinating to me, likes yours here. Thanks for the read.

    • TimeintheMarket

      Yea, I’d probably have more of an opinion on the whole thing if I was a bit older but it was certainly quite a time back then. It takes a while to come back from ~50 years of communist rule which came right after WW2. Poland had quite a lot of work to do starting with the 1990s.

    • TimeintheMarket

      I consider myself an American at this point since I’ve lived here MOST of my life and I’m a citizen at this point. Still, it was fun to look back at my years in Poland a little bit.

  • Dividend Diplomats


    Thank you for taking the time to write this up. That is fascinating and I can only imagine what it was like in Poland as the country opened up. I know it isn’t always easy to open the book about yourself for everyone to see, but I really enjoyed your story and getting to know more about your background. I can’t wait for part two to come next.


  • Cal | FI Me Outta Here

    I remember when our family first immigrated to the US, we all got lost in a Safeway. We have never been a grocery store that big before.

    Do you still have the faux Nintendo? I am sure the Pegasus probably would fetch quite a bit on eBay due to obsessed collectors.

    • TimeintheMarket

      It’s a story for the next post but our first visit to a Sam’s Club was an eye opener. So much crap and in such big packages and portions and they’re giving out free food samples too!

      I don’t have the faux Nintendo but it looks like you can get an old one for $60 or so.

    • TimeintheMarket

      I think a lot of things in Europe back then weren’t really built for comfort! Those Russians liked practicality above anything else.

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