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"A magical world, different from my everyday one-storey town"

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"I was born and spent my childhood in a small town near Białystok, in a small house with a large garden. In Warsaw, I had three aunts — my mother's sisters. I really liked visiting them. Two of them lived in large tenement houses in Ochota, and one in a small house in Grochów. Of the trips to Warsaw, the best were the evening rides between Ochota and Grochów. So many neon lights and lights on the way, crossing the bridge over the Vistula. A magical world, different from my everyday one-story town. In the photo taken by my dad Józef Kropiewnicki, I am standing in the garden in front of the house. This photo evokes fond memories in me. I heard a little bit about the history of the house from my mother. It was built before the war by my uncle Stefan Grabowski, a very talented carpenter and bricklayer, with the help of his brothers. The house was built economically, with a mono-pitched roof and a blind wall glued to the neighbor. It was small and modest, it had two rooms, but wonderful windows. Adults said that these were Venetian windows. Maybe they were considered elegant at the time? The furniture inside was exceptionally beautiful: artisanal art deco, chest of drawers, dressing table, armchairs, chairs and a table with a beautiful veneer. All produced by my uncle! The plot has left room for a much better home in a richer future. My uncle died in the Uprising. No one knows how he got to the left bank. His insurgent grave was located on Grzybowski Square. My aunt stayed with two growing children. After the war, three sisters lived with her in this house for several years — including my mother. They helped and supported each other. It was the only place in the family that had a roof and walls after the war, so everything important in our family happened right there—the modest wedding receptions of my parents and my mother's sister. Both weddings were in the church on Szembek Square. The house and the plot have had a different owner for years. I was there once with m...
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