Last week I wrote about the howling air raid sirens in Warsaw, sounding every August 1st at 5 pm to remind of the Warsaw Uprising. Here’s what the people of Warsaw do when the sirens sound. via Kraftfuttermischwerk
(scroll down for German version) While in Warsaw I also met Spotted by Locals-colleague, photographer and budding psychologist Stefan Markiewicz. Stefan was born in Stockholm to Polish parents, and has moved to Warsaw a few years ago. We met in … Continue reading
In Warsaw, the dead are everywhere. On street corners, in parks and in mass graves, long buried under apartment blocks and skyscrapers. My interest in the Warsaw Uprising (powstanie warszawskie) was the main reason that I came here, besides the … Continue reading
In Warsaw, I got lost in traffic. Having left Olsztyn on time in the morning, I zipped down country lanes overtaking trucks like a local and reached the outskirts of Warsaw in two hours, which was one hours earlier than … Continue reading
Before I’m driving to Warsaw, here are a few images from Olsztyn and Warmia-Masuria from the last days. Warning: I suck at taking pictures.
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Bevor es auf die Bahn nach Warschau geht, hier noch ein paar Eindrücke aus Olsztyn und Warmia-Masuria aus den letzten Tagen. Warnung: ich besitze keinerlei Talent zum fotografieren.
My favourite Olsztyn bar, 11 pm on a Sunday. There is tuba. I’m in Poland for over a week now. Hardly enough time for a detailed analysis or portrait of the country and its people, but here are a few … Continue reading
(scroll down for German version) My time here in Olsztyn is dedicated to research about my grandmother and the country itself, past and present. Therefore I was quite happy when, with the help of the AGDM (the association representing the … Continue reading
(scroll down for German version) In Olsztyn, I’m sweating. It’s like the south of France minus the ocean, and every little lake I drove by the last days looked very very enticing. But I had things to do: I met … Continue reading
(scroll down for German version) In Olsztyn, four days into my trip, I had my first doubts. My non-existent Polish will make it hard to get in touch with people, I did not research properly and have not prepared enough … Continue reading
In Gdansk, I’m a tourist. My grandmother had no ties to the city, and I had no interviews lined up in the capital of Pomerania. But I was eager to see the city of Schopenhauer, Grass and Solidarność, and with time … Continue reading