
This is one of those places that make me stop and wonder where I am. This is ul. Nawłocka, but it could be the USA. To the left, sharecroppers' fields. To the right, new suburbia. All that's missing is the field workers and a 1957 Chevy BelAir, Ford Sunliner and Oldmobile Rocket 88 parked outside those new homes. This is not familiarity from anything I knew in this childhood.
This time last year:
The future of cities - and indeed suburbs
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Funny you should say that. Parts of rural Poland very often remind me strongly of Canada, where I spent part of my formative years. The untouched pine forests in sandy soil, the straight dusty roads, and the sudden appearance of boldly individualistic houses. Uncannily similar.
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