Poland, 1980. The grey clouds matched the dismal state of the people, silence. The government controlled all venues of life- no free speech, no free assembly, no free assembly, no trade unions. Everything that was against the government was brought into question- and any citizen questioning the authority of those in powers were bound to disappear. Obedience was the key of survival, any revolutionary was brought into question immediately. The looming threat of the gulags loomed over all, and if Poland acted up- the Soviet Union was sure to more in and send the instigators to the gulags. The gulags were a place where millions died, revolutionaries disappeared- never to be heard from again, and the cold winds of Siberia to silence their voice forever.

Feuilly closed his eyes as an image returned to him as he clung a leather black cap in his hands
No! Do not take me! the policeman grabbed a whip and lashed the young boy across the back

No! I'm innocent! Innocent! he was kicked again the policeman finally spoke

You have criticized our system! you have complained about the conditions you were kept in! the boy shook his head

Comrade, there comes a time when changes must happen and the boy wiped a steak of blood out of his face, his black curls were tucked under that leather cap

Enough! the policeman tossed the boy into a window, the window shattered

take him away! the policeman snapped, the boy was taken- never heard from again. His leather cap was picked up by his brother- Feuilly to remember him by. His name was Lech, it was rumored this boy was transferred to the Soviet Union and sent to the gulags. He published a pamphlet denouncing the treatment of the workers.

Feuilly touched his hand to the now fixed window Lech, where ever you are... I will never let you down

Gdansk, a port city in northern Poland suffered greatly. The shipyard on the Baltic Sea- Lenin Shipyard was a major center of industry and supported the city's economy. Years ago, the workers protested "unfair treatments" - the government shut down the protest and massacred the workers.

Tensions among the shipyard workers still loomed large on the radar. They were afraid to speak because of their massacred comrades, but needed a spark- a brave leader to help them.

Cold winds tore through Lenin Shipyard where ragged men worked amongst the machines in a starving economy.
A young worker sat on a bench drinking a cup of coffee, Enjolras Walesa leaned against the stone wall. His face was turned to the ground, his eyes revealed a strain of hope as he walked slowly away from the shipyard.

A few minutes earlier, Enjolras had a rather abrupt conversation.

"Enjolras, you are fired for radical conduct." Javert- the chief of the secret police was there

"Radical? you mean expressing the rights of the people?"

"Anything that calls into question the power of this regime." Javert's eyes furrowed in on this young man

"Citizen, you do not..."

"Its Comrade to you." Javert snapped

"Comrade, anyway- liberty is too valuable of a right to be trampled in the dirt, equality- all humans having an equal opportunity to.."

"Silence! Leave the shipyard at once, or next time you won't be so lucky- Siberia."

Enjolras pounded his hand on the desk "Citi... Comrade, I will not apologize for what I said, someday the people shall awaken and join hands in solidarity." as he was leaving, Enjolras and Javert shared a silent glare.

The following day, in a cafe by the shipyard met a group. They called themselves "Solidarnosc"

This group barely became historic.