Poland my love,
Foto-Reportage

I show to my camera landscapes of my childhood and youth.
Warsaw, Kazimierz, Lublin, - countryside, towns and streets.

by Wis - Wieslaw Sadurski

My camera has no sentimental reasons to be here, it has no fantasies about life and death,
no memories, neither judgments nor moods.

What a relieve to travel with such a companion! We start in Warsaw.

I was living in WARSAW 1960-1970, a student, a published poet, freelance writer.
1970 left for Stockholm. Coming back to Warsaw for a while in 1972, 74 and 76.

The places I love:

Warsaw Old Town Wall	Mickiewicz statue	Old Town 4	Warsaw Siren Statue

Warsaw Castle Square

Old Town	Old Town 2	Old Town 5	Zygmunt statue

Warsaw 2	Krakowskie Przedmiescie	Warsaw 3	Old Town 3

Warsaw Old Market	!0 August 1944	Old Town 1	Brzozowa Street

	1960 I was studying Philosophy at the Warsaw University, and often on a sunny day took a sit in sunshine on a stone in front of Warsaw King Castle ruin, reading, learning, yearning. That was the only vertical piece of wall, standing there. After fall of communism fully rebuilt and beautiful. I'm happy that I have to look for another sunny place, when I come there again!
Warsaw King Castle ruins 1960			Warsaw King Castle 2013

KAZIMIERZ at Wisla

it is a small town at Wisla River upstream from Warsaw.
I like the route along the river, occasionally washing my feet and hands there.

Wisla River	Wisla River by Warsaw	Wisla River by Kazimierz

Three crosses remember the black death plague centuries ago.

Kazimierz Church	Kazimierz Old Market	Kazimierz roofs	Kazimierz in front of Church

	I was there sometimes to enjoy my small happiness. Like today in summer 2006.
Kazimierz Church Door			I was there sometimes

From Kazimierz we travel to the small green village, the place of my birth.

A single tree at the crossroads. Well, no roads, just a sandy path of no return.

- Look at the green village, feel the heat of the summer, smell the coming harvest - I say.
My camera opens its eye.
Feel like someone's watching me, when I see soft wide fields and a village where I was born,
on a hot windy summer day like today.

A wooden house down the hill. My father built it when I was six; there was really electric light there! Don't know who lives there now, oh well, no need to know.

Path to the school looks like 60 years ago; hot sand, bare feet,		and my school in Sobieszczany is there.

	Along old railway we come to graveyard and grave where my parents rest. Sister Hania is there with her husband Andrzej, bringing fresh flowers.

Many friends and relatives rest down there in their graveyards.
I'd like to see them or talk to them, but my camera shows lo! -
all the gravestones turn back on me.
I'll better go back to life.

Long path in strong scents and wind, leading to place where my grand mom was living.	Wild bushes overgrew the place, mercifully covering what was there, few ruins, many memories.

Sentimental wandering!
Happy to go back to my sister's house and rest there at a peaceful flower site!

Sister Hania and her husband Andrzej in backyard	Back windows of the house	Stream in a backyard	And a small lake with fishes for a meditation time

I lived in LUBLIN 1953-1960, my early youth,
a second school, then 6 month job as an electrician, the winter as a homeless tramp
and next two years with an extremely well paid job as a radio-technician.
1960 I left for Warsaw, for studies, wanting to escape military service.

Then two years at Old Town Square, renting a corner in a kitchen without daylight.		A staircase there	Krakowskie Przedmiescie Lublin

Say we are in 1953,
every morning at 7,30 I go to my school placed in a half ruined building.
On my way I see the Castle surrounded by barbed wire fences and four towers jeweled with machine-guns.
Germans left it 1944 with rooms filled with corps of people executed in last days, in last hours of their presence.
Polish communists turned it into a political prison with torture chambers.

After 1956 revolution the castle was rebuilt and turned into a culture place.
Yeah! 1958 I went there to see the very first exhibition in my life, paintings by Kantor.

Lublin Castle Tower	Old Town Lublin 1	Old Town Lublin 2	Old Town Lublin 3

There is a graveyard here as well, with a grave where my brother Andrzej rests.
Sister Hania and his wife Ewa take care of the place, feeding it with fresh flowers.

Here is another place which weighted heavily on my life,
At the age of 6, I saw the concentration camp Majdanek, Lublin.

Crematoriums and skeletons, barracks filled with human hair, with children shoes,
an exhibition of artworks made of human skin, all in a heavy smell of death.
There were many very many crows flying above the camp in 1946.
Just like now, when I shoot my photo.

So, let me say, our wandering came to a place, where a well established withdrawal is needed.
I better go home, into my everlasting nowhere. Enough is enough.

On my way back to Berlin I visit Zgorzelec.

Goerlitz seen from Zgorzelec,	Zgorzelec seen from Goerlitz.

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