Enchanted Polish Sky – final (english version)

Fellini’ daydream

Iwonicz Zdrój inspired us an adventure. The group is abandoning the guide. Soon he will exchanged by a yellow sunflower. Long live anarchy! Death to the maestro! We ran off the group to uncover the city. Camila had some madness Architectural and photographed thousands of homes with lambrequins – traditional Slavic architecture view also in southern Brazil.

Why did we embrace Fellini’ anarchy? We do not know the salt mines in Częstochowa (patroness of Poland) and barely went through Krakow (according to an historian of Art in Nowy Sacz we know, Anna Duda, Kraków is the heart of Poland. A city that never sleeps, with its piroguerias).

Anarchism accompanied the spirits of the young and Brazilian people who participated of the tour. It was easy to convince the guide to take us to Krakow. After some private conversations, the man still showed reticent. Suddenly, a cry from shy back of the bus: Cracóóóvia! Cracóóóvia! And more voices have joined him. Within seconds the entire bus vibrated to the sound of a word. Result: we spent a beautiful afternoon in the city.

We know the castle. The dragon statue – a character of a Polish legend. We visited the largest medieval square in Europe. The Old Town of Krakow. Accordionists interpret a Bach fugue in front of the Church of Santa Maria. Or, as we say in Poland, the Church Mariacki. Gothic. With two towers – one never ended. Stage a known Polish legend.

XIII Century. At the top of the tower, a trumpeter marked the hours of the day with the sound of his instrument. In one night, the musician could not sleep. When climbing the tower, trumpeter spotted enemies Tatars en route to invade the city. With the touch of his trumpet, the inhabitants of Krakow agreed to defend their land. The trumpeter died. But today, in honor of the man who died for his city, musicians sound the trumpet loud Church Mariacki.

We can not forget the medieval city of Gdansk, a port facing the Baltic Sea. In this region, next to the hotel we stayed, is Westerplatte – where World War II began. The first bombing, on Sept. 1, 1939. Of the 206 Polish soldiers, only 15 died. The Polish soldiers accounted for 1/3 the amount of German soldiers. Seven fire for seven days of defense. The sword buried in the earth represents the end of the war. In 2007, walking on Westerplatte, no one imagines that there was bombing there. We saw a mysterious lighthouse.

We returned to Warsaw after the icy wind from the Baltic Sea. We danced among the ruins of a castle and under the enchanted sky. Time stopped just for we faced that moment. Moment in which past, present and future meet. Culminated into light. Gratitude. And our adventure in the land of our ancestors was ended. Frozen in time, under the sky delighted Polish.
Written by Gigi Eco
Gigi Eco ama aprender e faz muitas coisas ao mesmo tempo - é jornalista, fotógrafa, professora, rata de biblioteca e musicista por acidente. Ama viajar e é viciada em chás. É a escritora oficial dos cartões de Natal da família. É Doutora em Comunicação e Linguagens pela Universidade Tuiuti do Paraná (UTP) e atualmente trabalha no seu primeiro livro de poesias.