Originally
published by the now-defunct WiK English Edition, part of Poland’s reputed
Wprost publishing house, in June 2007
Have
Another One…
Being locked up with seven strangers for 24 hours
while wearing only a smock is unlikely to be anybody’s idea of fun,
particularly after a night out, but that fate, even in the 21st century, still
lies in wait for the unlucky soul who finds him or herself pie-eyed and
senseless on any given Polish street, particularly in the early hours of the
morning.
The ‘Izba Wytrzeźwień’ (IW) or ‘drunk tank’
institution, established in 1982 during the Communist period, has proven to be
a resilient beast, despite all the changes of the past decade or so. The
authorities at the time felt that the rampant drunkenness that often
characterised everyday life meant that the inebriated needed to be given their
own special place of incarceration, on the grounds that they were deemed to be
either “a threat to themselves or others”, or so the law stated. Yet the current,
fervently anti-Communist government, has shown no urgent signs of wanting to
rid the nation of a legacy that frequently contravenes European Union laws on
human rights. Inmates, for instance, are usually denied contact with close
family during their time inside, leading to 24 hours of deep agony for spouses
and children who invariably have to wait that whole time for a sign of life
from the phone or a sudden key in the door.
The present policy, if there is one, is to let the
institution die of natural, if extremely painful causes. With their own
anti-Communist credentials to protect, the government is not about to build any
new IWs, though another reason for the blind eye is that the institution’s
existence is tantamount to throwing money away. Heavily staffed, often with
burly and uncompromising security guards and recently equipped with cameras in
a number of locations, the policy of charging the ‘guests’ - as IW directors
like to call their inmates – over PLN 200 a stay is meaningless, as the mostly
homeless people who sleep there can only dream of such amounts and never pay
them. One IW in the town of Konin, which only has around 80,000 inhabitants,
found that it had lost PLN 56,000 in non-payment of IW fines in the past year.
Helpless drunkenness on the city streets still
remains a fact of life in Poland. A common enough sight in Warsaw is two
policemen standing near a dishevelled-looking man, a resigned expression fixed
on his face, while one of the officers checks his documents and the other
mouths into his walkie-talkie. Sure enough, after some minutes, the man will be
led into the back of a police van and out of it at the other end into the
capital’s infamous IW on ul. Kolska, more commonly known as just ‘Kolska’.
But do not think that only those at the bottom of
the ladder are susceptible to an enforced sojourn in ‘Kolska’. When
‘checking-out’ time comes at around 7am, that period when most ‘guests’ are
deemed to have served their micro-sentence, the presence of suits and ties,
though sporadic in among the patched up clothes and petrol breath, is not
uncommon. And, of all of those standing there the besuited will be itching to
tell their stories, though they will also, perhaps, be contemplating an early
flight home.
There are two sides to the civil liberties argument
and IW professionals, along with their colleagues in other parts of the the
medical profession, are wont to put one
of those quite forcefully. The question is this: if we don’t put the
chronically drunk in IWs, then where?
Increasingly, because IWs are not being modernised,
it is your local hospital that is having to deal with the bleary-eyed flotsam
and jetsam that often pours out onto the streets when night falls. In some
towns, there aren’t any IWs for miles and even when there are, they fill up
quickly, meaning that it is doctors and nurses which have deal with the often
violent abuse, as well as helplessness, that drunks usually demand that others
manage.
“There was no money to run the Izby Wytrzezwien’ so
we had to close it down,” said Jaroslaw Zienkiewicz, secretary of the
magistrates office in Sieradz, in central Poland. “Ever since then, anyone
found in the streets has had to recover in the hospital accident ward.”
The upshot is that a place which was formerly used
to deal with victims of such events as car-crashes and other life-threatening
events is now being overtaken by those who have just had one too many.
“The ward looks just like Izba Wytrzezwien,” said
Dariusz Kaldonski, the Sieradz hospital director. “The drunks lie on mattresses
because otherwise they would fall off the beds. The doctors and nurses are
looking after them and running basic check-ups. They get immediate treatment if
anything is wrong, whereas others have to wait half a year for that type of
care. But most just sleep and after a few hours they disappear without a word.”
In his view, the hospitals are in danger of being
crippled by the deluge of dipsomaniacs.
"The national health fund does not pay for the
drunks who end up in accident wards and if they need medical treatment, the
hospital can run-up enormous costs," he says.
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