I love Poland. I really do. Everything is nice and my grandparents provide me good free food.
I spent my first day walking around, in my annual personal pilmigrage to all the places from my childhood's summer memories. Since my childhood memory goes back to the comunism era or the year just after, every time I'm visiting the old places they are simply missing, or replaced by something else.
There is no more "olimpia cinema". 10 minutes by walk from home. I used to spent at least an afternoon a week watching american movies with polish subtitles, on the big screen. Or, when the big screen was unavailable, on a vhs. I remember watching Polic Academy in a small room with other 50 guys looking up to the small television with the video connected. I remember laughing just because everyone else was laughing, cause I couldn't see or hear a thing.
The Baltik Cinema has been destroyed. It wasn't just part of my memories, but was part of my mum's and grandma's. It has always been there, probably since God created the week and decided that Saturday was a good day to watch a movie, so He created Hollywood and uncomfortable sits in front a giant silver screen.
Gong, Miniaturka, Apollo were long gone last year or two years ago. They have all been transformed in something else. A bar, a pub, a dance hall.
To see a movie, I had to walk to the multikino, a new (2 or 3 years old) multi cinema not too distant from the Stare Miasto (the Old City). I drank coke and ate popcorn while watching the movie (The Village) in the comfort of the simil sofa.
The Old City has always been part of my walks. Within 30 minutes from home I could enjoy a warm summer weather waiting for the mechanical kosziolky (the goats) to fight at 12.00 at the top of the municipal building, the Ratusz (built by the way by an italian, like half of polish artistic buildings) and drinking a cold drink.
On my wak back, watching people, I realized that: