Poznan was a town where in the year 1918, a month and half after the end of the Great War, where was incited invasion of Polacks in Greater Poland region, which was in controlling of Weimar Republic. Poland returned their territory in 1919. I intended to visit Muzeum of Powstanie Wielkopolskogo 1918-1919, which opening was at ten o’clock. It located in the town’s center, which calls stary rynok (old market in English.) and which is city’s old part and where inside of it are old buildings, museums, Parish Church of Saint Stanislaus and a town hall built in XVIth century by another great Italian Givanni Baptista Quadro, which includes a clock tower.
I went out to the streets in a morning time, which was frozen and due to that can see places covered in snow. It was nine o’clock. I zipped up my coat and covered a hood on my head by watching on a map with one hand whereas the second was in a pocket. Once I changed.
The map wasn’t precisely, but Poznan isn’t tangled town. I arrived in Stary Rynok before opening museum in more then half an hour. I did observation of old buildings by was doing steps by adoring capstones in walking around. I thought on visiting church on which building works were from 1651 to 1701. Design of interior impressed is already impressed from outside. I entered in met a kneeling woman who asked for money. I apologize, but I initially thought it’s a worker and maybe I must to pay for this. I pushed a door and was inside of this building. A place such this and built by Roman Catholic Church usually amazes in design. I watched on magnificent creativity of two Italian architects Giovanni Catenazi and Pompeo Ferrari and rector of Jesuit college in Poznan Bartolomiej Nathaniel Wasowski. A lot was using gold, but it doesn’t shine and blind as I saw in Russian Orthodox Church where can see everywhere (and not in Russian Orthodox Church Outside of Russia, which hasn’t of it.). Of course, there could see an organ installed upon of entrance and special of that one was it was made in XIXth century and has 2600 pipes. I walked in and few people were inside. One of them was inside of repent box and the other person was waiting and I saw how he went to there.
NB. No, I didn’t need it. My Polish isn’t so good and I’m sure that I absolutely clean.
I was leaving the church by having seen that I was alone. I pushed the door and met again the kneeling woman who repeat her ask of money. I don’t want to accuse anybody, as I saw few times in Venice in days before, but I always recalling people who pretends in poverty and actually, as reveal surveillance for them, have house and their cars are not bad. It was in Paris of XVIIth century where people begged on cure from their deceases. After getting of money they suddenly become healthy. A place was titles as Cours des Miracles (Court of Miracles).
Muzeum of Powstanie Wielkopolskogo 1918-1919 still wasn’t open and I did walking around of square until I heard soon a hit of clock, which was activating for every half an hour. I moved to there, paid for ticket and went downstairs for get ambience of The Great War, stuff of that time. It’s incredible idea to make you to feel that you walks in tranches. I heard shootings, watched on newspapers headlines in different language, watched documentaries. It was travelling in time from the Great War, it’s end and signing of agreement that Weimar Republic gives Greater Poland territory to Poland. A personal attraction was in that I interested in this period and I’m wishing to write a novella or some size story about the Great War. On a ground floor, which had many items as weapon, I found interesting grenades, which one of them was a little and other combined with a rifle.
Nearby of Muzeum of Powstanie Wielkopolskogo 1918-1919 and what I intended to visit is Poznan’s National Museum, which has a special painting and it is Beach in Pourville by Claude Monet. I found location, but was early in ten minutes before it opened at eleven o’clock on what I did close to there walking around of buildings and returned for enter inside and see a permanent exhibition by getting a ticket from a woman who didn’t know a letter in English and mine kinda knowledge of Polish evaded a trouble what it wasn’t with an Italian man after me.
It began with Polish painters on XXth century. The first half and before of it, mostly have works with ideas and elaboration in paints when all of that haven’t in artists the second half. There in the last, I read a title and just saw a relevant to it. I rarely discovered a thoughtful.
I was moving to past in Polish artists, but they usually weren’t of magnificent. I watched in poor portraits and I was recalling Rubens whom I saw in Madrid whose works made to believe that I watch on real people.
It continued with halls of European artists, which were from Germany and Italy and where I got talented people. I watched on simple still lifes before, but after it was a creativity.
Beach of Pourville required a time for understand that Claude Monet drew an incredible piece by watching on sea and it’s far cliff.
I usually had happiness for eyes on watching on charming landscape, which were at the last.
Kaiser’s Castle, which a little further and you leave behind stary rynok opened at twelve o’clock. I was too long in town’s painting gallery and I didn’t look for solution for seek who spent my awaiting in that time. I did a circle of that building for see wonderful gardens in looking for entrance. The last erected a monarchial residence appeared in 1910 and belonged to Wilhelm II. Photos, which I saw there inside, could give imagination to see how initially it’s building looked, because Nazis, communists and modern Poland, which east wing turned into trade mall, were erasing an initial look. It could be a wonderful museum. Additional payment for see three Nazi rooms what I didn’t make and that securing woman reminded in shape and way of talking these filthy communist ladies. She knew limited English in “no ticket” said as I just mentioned. Some rooms, which weren’t part of visiting, were made in communist times and had that specific smells as them usually can catch in their hospitals. What I understood in that day and analyzing my Polish journey is that Poland rid from communism and created excellent economics, but communism inside of Polacks. Even it has in people who didn’t experience it. It can see in other countries of the Eastern Europe, which were under communism as Romania on which story I wrote once as about Hungary. Their way of thinking, talking and behave. I only like that cars are respecting a pedestrian. The Eastern Europe can like for absence of political correctness, which obsessed the Western Europe whereas the Western Europe is more civilized and well-behaved in people what it’s trouble in people of the Eastern Europe.
The empty corridors, which were decorated in rows of ostensibly to look as old lamps, and few premises for seeing as a throne room; an elevator, which stopped on a second floor with opened doors; and a place with a hearth, which contained a tasteless photographer and a woman whose was far from be a model by shape of body and attributes of simple cloth’s attributes. In looking from windows I saw falling snow.
I talked with a cashier whose English was capable only for selling ticket by asking about containing of Nazi rooms on what she couldn’t answer as I asked on type of exhibition in beginning. She said that Nazi rooms requires special payment on what I cynically said “I saw”. A ticket seller said due mentioned rooms, which she could understood by showing them on a map, are part of painting exhibition and she apologized to me.
The exit was communistic. Three automatic doors in two rows. You usually enters in the farthest left or right and the next situate in identical opposite. That had the left where opened the first doors, but not next. I should to use the right and then the central.
I wished to visit a local shop for something to eat. I detected and it turned out in buying of Polish chocolate, which isn’t Belgian, French or Swiss qualities – it’s just edible good. A classic communistic ice cream, which inside of waffle in shape of glass – simple and without emotions and exciting feelings. Yogurt with blackberry, because I didn’t want a local alcohol gross. But all of that started with a cup of tea (unfortunately in bags.) and their St. Martin’s croissant, a unique treat, which can find in this city and regions of Greater Poland. Dough combined with peanuts, poppy seeds and cream. Balanced combination of delicious was eaten and drank with the tea in rapture in moment of active snowing, which covered everything and I soon should did knocking of my boots for shake off.
