30 APRIL - Wednesday

Wednesday, April 30, = = (Lodz City - Maps)

I wake up at 8, as I asked the lady who invites me to breakfast, I hunger and I prepared a breakfast to say the least fantastic, eat sliced, eggs, milk and coffee. After all, smoking a cigarette in his company, I pay the amount due, with the addition of my desire for a premium given the abundance and excellent reception received and I start to other shores.
Are again traveling to the next stage --


Zgierz 5 km = 144 km arrival in Warsaw - (tot 149 km)

= Warsaw (Warszawa) Capital Polish Population = 1,700,000

The city was almost entirely destroyed by the Germans at the end of the Second World War. It was rebuilt between the years 50/60, trying to keep the original urbanization, before the war, particularly the old town with the way Piwna, where you can admire...




buildings in Neoclassical style and Baroque and the Market Place.
To see the Barbacane of 1548, Sigismund Column erected in 1644 and then we can not avoid, from visiting the ghetto jew, through the Via Della Memoria, where you can see the many monuments, in perpetual remembrance of the tragedy of hundreds of thousands of people who lived there.
There are many theaters, museums and art galleries including: the National Narodowy Theater, founded in 1765, the theater Wielki of 1778, the gallery Zacheta, Museum Sztuki współczesnej center of contemporary art, the museum powstania Warszawskiego in remember powstania of Warsaw and many other interesting sites.
Through the Vistula River and along the periphery, I notice the usual architecture of the so-called real socialism, not edifying, but as I approach the city center, I realize that it will be a pleasure to discover the artistic beauty of the place.
The first thing I do, as usual, is looking for a room, I stopped at a bar and after a snack to stop the stomach, being the first afternoon, drinking a good coffee, I ask for information at the counter about a housing and possibly not expensive. I do not know much about accommodation cost, and I did not intend to follow his advice to go into a hotel, I left the bar and unfortunately a vigil next to my car I is doing fine for no parking. Patience, I pay due but in return, I ask him if you know tell me a place to stay, almost surprised to see me not altered by the fine incurred, to put it kindly lists a number of housing solutions, worthy of a tour operetor, I strongly recommend, however, to go at un'affittacamere of my knowledge, I trust and I had the address start with it.
The guest house is located right on the border of the ghetto, in an old building spared by the destruction of War, ascending to indicatomi floor, I opened an old gentleman in the chamber jacket and slippers, gently but firmly, invites me to come by asking what you want , when I thought I had the wrong house but at my request, if this was the kind of apartment I was looking for, smiling and nodding information would be of service it offers, and the daily price.
The price is good and the room that I made is furnished with valuable antiques bill, also being on the 4th floor, the window on a panorama of the city merviglioso. Not to mention that I have the curiosity to know the best landlords, distinct character, seem to be an aristocratic old.
Take possession of the room and after having refreshed, I go into a room reserved for guests, the "aristocrat" is sitting comfortably on a chair and cordially invites me to take advantage of the time drinking tea for a cup in his company.
After exchanging the usual mutual knowledge and told where I come from and where I'm going to go, welcomed my curiosity in wanting to know the different peoples and their cultures.
I just imagined is an aristocratic, old Polish fighter German army at the time of invasion, following the defeat of the army, fled to Russia and fought to liberate his country.
I did not understand that kind of aristocracy were part, but certainly had an education that took into account "the label." At the end of the war, despite the destruction, I find her house intact and even if he had to divide for many years, the rooms with other families, had in past years, the ability to recover its entire housing autonomy, as flatmates, were the opportunity to have everyone in their new house.
Was also careful to preserve the most valuable furniture of his property.
Time passes quickly, the stories are interesting and the person with whom dialogue is an excellent speaker.
Tells me of his struggles but also of hunger and cold suffered in the Russian steppes and on the banks of the Don, to counter the armed enemy, among which there were also Italians which we have always taken individually good people.
Regarding this, I ask him if knows the history of our soldiers, who all'accerchiamento to escape the Soviet armies, retreated from the front of the Don and in the Russian winter, leaving a trail of fallen, more to the hardships that the attacks of your soldiers. Neither had heard of but nothing more. The story enough detail the facts and ask him to find and read the book "One hundred Gavetta ice", where there is amply described, the tragic history of our soldiers in Russia.
I see my interlocutor sadden me and says:

"The wars are a sign of stupidity and proposals are generally to be fake reasons and ambitions, who has an inability to dialogue with the different, the majority of people are too busy surviving, day by day and is easily manipulated by arrogant men, who have captured with the money or the smart way, positions of power. "

It was done late and before bedtime, I go to dinner and to visit the city at night, which I imagine is a marvel.
I guess right, the city is full of life and light and although Wednesday, rooms for spending a good evening of entertainment is no shortage. The old town is full of night, pubs, cafes etc..
I go there I visit is the famous Piazza del Mercato, are quite tired, "I have not the age," I sit down at a table in a disco bar, freguentato not only by local young people but also tourists, known for a table noisy group of men and I know that Italians are, even if I wanted I could not hear their speeches and dialogues, as always deal with sports and girls, speak loudly but an educated and being in a rather sophisticated is normal administration.
Now it's late and fatigue overcomes my resistance, I return the apartment, I lay on the bed and I fall asleep stone.

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