"For the creation was subjected to frustration, not by its own choice, but by the will of the one who subjected it, in hope", Romans, 8, 20,
Radom, Poland, 2012 - 2013
I came across Radom Old Town for the first time in 2011. What I saw reminded me of a post-war landscape: people performed maintenance of buildings, supported crumbling walls with beams, and provided for themselves with difficulty. I took only several pictures then but the images I saw constantly returned to me. I realized that the world was quickly disappearing. In the autumn of 2012, I returned, but this time strongly convinced that this story should be told.
Many historic buildings from the XVIII and XIX century are being demolished. Their place is taken by new ones, modern, but devoid of memory. Mostly poor, old people live in the townhouses. They can remember World War II, some of them even the times before that. Children play only with one ball and a few sticks and have an amazing capability to change any place into a playground.
One thing connects them all: this is their only home. Many people related to the place since birth are moved somewhere, where there is no connection to the only world they know.