Lódź by night (only)

In January I also went to Łódź, a city somewhere in the middle of Poland. A beautiful city, industrial, with one main street, new art museum and high unemployment rate. I went there because I took part in a group exhibition "MIT MITOLOGIA MITOMANIA o współczesnych pojęciach mitu" (Myth, Mythology, Mythomania, about contemporary myths). The exhibition was really really good, great works. Usually I am not really looking at art at the openings, this time I saw everything. Really cool stuff.

"Mit Mitologia Mitomania"
The journey itself was an experience. It was metaphysical, I went alone. And it was local, especially if you go with local trains. Also on the train to Poznań there was art on board - in my compartment - which becale like a preludium to an art exhibition.

Art on the train Berlin-Poznań
When I was changing trains in Kutno (somewhere locally) I bought a coffee to go in a very local kiosk at the station. It is our polish version of "turkish coffee", which I really like. And I also like coffee to go, especially in a paper cup (like in an american movie!). This cup however was sort of plastic. And as I got on the local train to Łódź, happy with my warm (if not hot) coffee, it became impossible! The rails must have been so wry that the whole train was jumping and wobbling in all directions. Half of the cup spilled around... I couldn't drink it - was still too hot, I couldn't hold the cup, much too hot (this plastic seemed to be a lousy insulation)... but hey - a local coffee on a local train.

As I finally reached Lódź, it was in the late afternoon - I walked to the gallery for the opening. And then I have realised that I always come to Łódź when it's dark. Each time I am here, it is dark. Well, I don't visit Łódź that often, still - it is always night. Maybe they don't have days there, maybe the sun does not shine there at all? Or is it just me...

Łódź by night
I walked, trams were passing by, it was cold, but I enjoyed it.

And seems Łódź is a strange and mystic city - I saw that tram going to "Kurczaki" - that means "chickens" in polish. Well, well. Where does that tram go really?
As poetic as it can be, polish province is lovely. There are so many undefined things, things that make you wonder, where am I? Especially if you see train stations in small towns, there are things that slip away normal understanding. That is why I love to travel by trains in Poland.

On the train station in Kutno.


On the train station in Kutno as well.
Sometimes however that "urban", "train", "local" poetry may go in a very wrong or weird direction...

But this is another story...