Zbigniew Macur, 1933-2015
I was named after some guy named Julian.
Seventy years ago, when my father was in a displaced persons camp in Germany after World War II, Julian was the camp’s soccer star. He was one of the oldest players there, quick and powerful. Dazzled with his footwork. Commanded the field. He was part of the reason my father fell in love with soccer, and part of the reason sports played such a big role in my father’s life.
Sports were one of the things he could count on in a life that was so hard.