Those unpronounceable two words at the beginning of the title - Kędzierzyn - Koźle, is my hometown, a heavily industrialised agglomeration of few burgs, that's often, by the town's council, referred to as the Polish capital of chemistry.
Well, apart from chemistry, Kentucky, as some teenagers call the town, has not too much to do with the splendour of the capitals. Since the fall of communism, in 1989, ruling officials have failed to bring the town onto the path of growth, although it's prime location in the south-west Poland, in particular in the Upper Silesia, the most industrialised area of the country.
It's a pity, that a town with such a potential, has been sentenced for an extinction, thus every June a wake takes place. The main street, 'Aleja Jana Pawła II' (John Paul II Avenue), transforms into the show grounds, a four lane wide beer garden with a funfair and a stage, under which the citizens dance pogo on the the town's corpse.
Sounds great, doesn't it? Although, I had a great time, and it was a very interesting social experience. Suddenly I found myself among a different society, a different place to that that I left over five years ago, and at the same time so constant in terms of street life.
I was very unhappy about lighting conditions, hence I shipped my photo gear back to parents house, then a story has started. A plot good for a decent film, a storyline that brought so many great memories from those good old days, when the town's festival was a big deal for us, and maybe still is for many, just the times have changed, we've got older, but it was great to be a teenager for a few hours again. Only why the camera was away?
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| Stage and the four lane beer garden |
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| A funfair located on the main street |
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| Funfair worker, miles away, while the ride is on |
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| One of the funfair's spectators, holding a Polish lager |
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| Tired food hall worker, sausage or a chuck stake? |
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| No way through, OK? |
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