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Bielany District
I lived on this estate
a few years ago
"DREAMS"
WORLD OF CHEAP
GIFTS from 32zl
NEW CLOTHES
from 10zl
USED CLOTHES
from 5zl
ACCESSORIES
from 3zl
(BELTS, TO.....,
JEWELLERY,
WATCHES, ETC)
Wawrzyszew
District
colourful walls
present a
dead end
someone once said
these tower blocks
look like seafaring
ships
sailing across
Warszawa's
landscape
it was a fanciful
Frenchman
a photographer
Warszawa used to
be
known as the
Paris of the East
in the ages before
these
"ships" were built
Marymont District
=
Marie Mount =
Mary's Hill =
in French
a tram stop
marked
like so much of
Warszawa
by religious icons
dark and dirty and
wilting
Brook Street
behind my
grandfather's
old house
a training school
for firefighters
I used to play here
as a boy
today
in this light
it looks like
Warszawa looked
after the bombing
sixty years ago
when some
90% of her streets
were reduced to
rubble
for not looking like
this
today
I love Warszawa
and all those who
rebuilt her from her
own ashes
Zoliborz District =
Jolie Borge =
Beautiful Shore =
in French
this is the house
I grew up in,
taken from my
maternal grandfather
by the Communists
after he returned
from
six years
in a German POW
camp
still, he was better off
than my paternal
grandpa
who survived three
death camps
miracle after miracle
follow sacrifice after
sacrifice
I do not need to own
those bricks
I know
I understand
Slowacki Street
Spizarnia u Braci =
The Brothers' Barn
a strange shop
selling
"traditional wares"
I always dream of
working in places like
these
in such strange
pockets
of time
Merkury
the department store
of my childhood
the neon
the skyscraping
grandure
the aspirations
I love the colours
in this photograph
when I was a child
the shelves inside
were
empty
what you saw outside
was all you got
I am deeply
childishly happy
with that still
Lelewel Square
a silversmith
a hairdresser
a grave,
one of literally
thousands
across the city
people living
people working
people walking past
each other
living and dead
flowers bloom still
every year
without
fail