My intention is not to shed a bad light on Poland or make fun of the country or even suggest that this is a typical situation. I really do love traveling in Poland. After all, I’ve introduced Warsaw to you, told you why you should get to Wroclaw now, and photographed historic working class housing. I’ve even given you 12 Things to do in Krakow and 9 Reasons to go to Poland. With this post I just wanted to illustrate that sometimes there’s beauty in decay.
Much of Poland has come a long way in the last 25 years. Historic cities have been restored, the economy has recovered, and neighboring countries like Ukraine look to Poland as a success story. But certain towns and areas of the country still do have a dilapidated nature to them, especially rail yards and stations. It’s as if only vandals have been in charge of their maintenance since the end of the Communist era.
Enter Glogow station. It seemed as if I got off into some post-Communist hell–with broken windows, litter, empty beer bottles, and a stark industrial landscape. I had never intended to come here. When I got off at Glogow, I had entirely no idea where I was. This was a problem. I had boarded what I though was the correct train in Wroclaw, in one of those same-track, two trains going in opposite direction situations. I picked the wrong train. I didn’t find out until two hours later, just before stepping off onto the platform at Glogow.
I was so far in the wrong direction that I failed to make it to my intended destination that night–Brno, Czech Republic. I was disappointed, but instead of sulking, I just decided to shoot. Here’s what I came up with: