After a presentation round of the participants, the group gathered in front of a wonderful animated movie of the Polish (masculine) history: warriors, blacksmiths, knights, merchants, kings and bishops.
We learned that Poland, disappeared and rose again from its ashes, but one question remains: where are the weaving women?
And now let’s go to Kamienna Gora!
Finally we can eat some fresh apples on the market of this small town, buy some new woolen socks and some more exotics items, such as a wheel-barrel tire, lily bulbs, various seeds, tissues, grounded flax, gooseberry plants, a cheap necklace, and of course toothpaste!
By pure coincidence we all ended up in the same and unique coffee shop, where we noticed that a vodka glass costs as much as a coffee.
We were then welcomed by the Mayor and visited the town council. We then gathered upstairs for a group discussion about the social-political context in the rural community of Kamienna Gora. The main topics were tourism, timber exploitation, EU subventions, institutional structures. We were astonished to see how hard living conditions are in this region. We learned that many times in the history, population of this area was moved, according to political changes, like the constant redefinition of borders.
At this moment of the day, we are very hungry and we won’t be disappointed, neither by the original and vey kitschy style of the Ratuszowa restaurant, nor by the generous amount of their typical cuisine!
In the middle of our digestion we were forced into an evil labyrinth: the Arado museum. The museum is an actual tunnel, that used to be an hidden and secret military factory, were war prisoners, deported from all Europe, would build weapons also chemical, planes and bombs. We visited 500m out of 11 km of cold and very humid basements. The sudden irruption of a guide dressed up as a nazi officer, makes us doubt about the pedagogical benefits of this visit.
We visited the weaving museum, were the director showed us the treasures of the linen handicraft heritage: weaving looms, spinning wheels, hangings, mats, etc…
Eventhough we are just starting to digest our too generous lunch, we are walking to the restaurant for dinner. Let’s swing into action!
Leszek opens the doors to his tavern, to the accompaniment of the Klezmer music! In order to make some space in our stomachs, he offers us a couple of Vodka glasses, that we baptized “trou polonais”.
Step by step we savoured the various dishes interrupted by wild -more or less- folkloric dances. During this pleasant evening, participants became closer and the atmosphere was warmhearted.