What a nice stereotype!!!

I went with my friend who is blind to a rehabilitation center. He has some problems with his spine and that’s why he needs some exercises. We found the room number 216 and we asked a nurse what we had to do: to wait or to go in. She didn’t know so she promised to ask someone about it. She came back after about 5 minutes and asked my friend: “But why have you come here? To give a massage or to have a massage?” We started to laugh. This is such a strong stereotype, that if you are blind you must be a masseur.

death-lanterns

Death-lanterns are the remains of former customs. They were placed by hospitals or cemeteries. It seems that they are connected with an ancient tradition of keeping fire or candles on graves. They were especially helpful during epidemics, when a lot of sick people were taken to hospitals or dead people to cemeteries. People believed that the fire of death-lathers helped lost souls in finding their graves before the sunrise. Their purpose was also as a reminder about the prayer for the dead. In a symbolic sense they were a line between death and live. There is many monuments of this type on the pilgrim path to Santiago de Compostella. In Kraków there is a death-lantern, next to the church of St. Michał.

a house for swallows??

Lately I have been traveling a lot. At the moment I’m in Katowice. Last week I was in Rzeszów, and just before I had been in Olsztyn. I returned from Olsztyn by train. I had to change the trains in Iława, which is small, provincial town. I didn’t expect there anything more than a cup of tea in station’s canteen, but lucky me. The joy is doubled when you find something interesting. The station building is amazing. It was built in neo-Gothic style in 1900. It is made of red bricks and it has a wooden ceiling and stained glass windows. In the nooks of the station live swallows. And of course there was tea in the canteen.

a shuttle man

When I go to Rzeszów to visit my parents I always feel nostalgic. This time, a walk with my mother reminded me of the time I spent in the public garden on banks of the river Wisłok. I used to go there with my grandmother. We used to pass the river on a shelter driven by an old man. He was well known within the city. He died many years ago, but people still remember him very well. The shelter was replaced by a footbridge, and on the closest lawn appeared monument of the old man.

and in Jedbourhg Abbey

One more memories from Scotland. On the way to Edibourgh we stopped in Jedburgh. I was the only one person from our group who wanted to see the ruins of Jedburgh Abbey. They gave me a very limited time to see everything that’s why I decided to go only to go to see the central nave. This beautiful place symbolize for me the gravity of passage of time. The central nave was constructed of 3 levels of arcades. Over the nave there was only the sky.