Jan 13, 2005
As our bus lumbered down the road, I think it was the uniformity that originally caught my eye. Each window was exactly two feet apart and ten feet above the other one. No coloured window sills, beautiful sculptures or elaborate frescoes were present. The dull, grey, concrete exterior left a stale taste in my mouth. Here and everywhere I looked communisms real legacy on society could be seen and felt. I feel that these monuments to communism should not be lining the street, but somehow preserved in a museum for future generations to gawk and laugh at. However at present this is not so, but the grim reality in Krakow Poland. I remember reading about communism in high school, but it is something entirely different to be living around it, or what's left of it. I can't imagine how people lived through it, other than through the shear will and strength of the human spirit. What fun is life devoid of any choices, individuality, colour and companionship? Although Poland has been free of communism for fifteen years and it's been ten since solidarity was a major driving force, I can't help but feel the one thing that I will take from this is a better understanding of what life was like under communism. Since I was barely old enough to remember the fall of communism, I certainly don't remember communism at its height. Old, drab, grey apartment buildings are all that is really left to remind future generations of the failed communist model.