Notes To A Future Me, Pt I

Notes To A future me? The future me? Some future me? Each variation of that sentence has different connotations; to each one can be attached different metaphysical interpretations. Definite or indefinite? I choose indefinite. Singular or plural? I choose singular. So from the outset, I am assuming the notion of an individual - not communal - spiritual journey from Zero to One.

Why? I base this notion on a lifetime of fleeting conscious experiences - qualia memories that allude to a past life; memories rooted outside my conventional biography. Conscious connections to another time, another place, that are consistent and familiar. 

Let me start by picking apart the word 'me'. To whom I referring? A metaphysical experience that extends beyond the biological 'me' - that's the me, Michael Dembinski, son of Bohdan and Maria, born 1957. I am not looking for a future version of my ego - no; my ego shall extinguish along with my body. Rather, it's the eternal 'me'; the consciousness that experiences those qualia - subjective and personal - the memories of which form the continuity of who I really am. 

For it is this that I consider to be the essence of the Eternal Soul. A consciousness that travels along time's arrow from past to future, passing through an infinite number of biological hosts along the way, always evolving in spiritual terms. 

Yet how this process works, how it can be explained in human terms, is beyond my intellectual grasp. I strongly intuit, however, that this is my life's purpose - to get just a few steps nearer to an understanding of the reincarnative nature of consciousness in this lifetime. And I do feel that over the years that my focus, and my understanding, is being honed.

So my assumption is that as has happened before, following the bodily demise of Michael Dembinski, my consciousness shall endure; though in what form - and in what place, and what time, is not something I can predict. 

Though can I will my future incarnation in any direction?

I would wish to be reborn neither into suffering, nor into privilege. Neither states are conducive to contemplation of the numinous. Suffering is a state from which one struggles to escape - doing so becomes an all-engaging activity; abstract ontological questions are crowded out. But a life of luxury also stifles philosophical enquiry. A middle way, devoid of discomfort and of luxury, is required.

A future incarnation must have purpose - seeking and unravelling further clues, answers to which will lead to further steps along the infinitely long path from Zero to One. But we cannot expect the answer to the deepest questions of cosmic existence in this lifetime nor in the next; for this will only come at the end of time.

As humans, biological entities, we are driven by biological imperatives - which at the core are reproduction and hierarchy. Basic mammalian biology lies behind the human drive to attain and display material status. But the chasing of material possessions beyond the comfort level - luxury for its own sake - is something we all need to be aware that we are doing.  And such behaviours should be shunned for the good of the soul - as well as for the good of society and the environment.

An ascetic life, focused on the acquisition and dissemination of knowledge and wisdom, should be the purpose. Wisdom for wisdom's sake - not for the sake of material wealth, power, privilege or popularity.

Bumbling through a world of ever-increasing complexity, I am aware that an ever-higher level of intelligence is needed just to make sense of it all, not to be fooled by those who wish to dupe us for their own egotistical ends. We are evolving within evolutionary intellectual arms-race; no longer is sheer brute force enough. In the present, and even more so in the future, the cunning, the clever and the quick will overcome the physically powerful. Evolution increasingly favours the smart, not the strong.

What would I ask of a future bio-environment - a future human body - within which my consciousness could continue to evolve spiritually within an unfolding Universe tending towards its purpose?

I'd certainly be grateful for greater powers of focus - a longer, deeper, attention span, a brain that is less-easily distracted. A brain that can deal with mathematics beyond the basics, a brain that can understand and recall complex formulae. But then not just the number-crunching ability of IQ but a deep and accurate intuition. Is raw intellect as important as intuition? Are they separate?

As a species have so much more to learn about ourselves, our environment and the vastness of the Cosmos. It's not something we can get to intuit within a lifetime. And so, I believe, the future exists as a space for our eternal consciousness to inhabit, to return to, to evolve spiritually in.

More in this thread to come, over the years. I grow in understanding, as does science. Our model of the Universe unfolds along with it.

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Late July photo round-up

Gone are the greens, blue skies and dry days of mid-June; summer is hotter, the grass is yellowing, though downpours and humid air deliver moisture that refuses to make the landscape verdant.

Below: one for the record - the village of Dąbrowa Duża saw new asphalt laid; I can only hope that this stretch will continue as there's still no access over a proper road to the village from Machcin to the north. I might be generally anti-car, but mud is no friend of the pedestrian or cyclist either. It looks like another new house is about to be built to the right of the road; lots of house-building going on. As in Jeziorki, while the new houses are individual ones, it's not a problem; it's when developers buy up large plots and lay down dozens of terraced houses that things get bad. It will take decades for Warsaw's exurbs to stretch out to here.

Below: eternal Polish summer with rail infrastructure, between Janów and Michalczew. Ripening wheat under mature oaks and distant thunderclouds.

Left: Marian shrine, Janów, still beribboned at the end of July. This tiny village is blessed with two small grocery stores, and a third around the corner in Michalczew. I hope local folk are grateful for such a rich diversity of retail opportunity - Jakubowizna sorely lacks even one such shop!

Below: the moon - nearly full - rising over Chynów station. August will see two full moons at the beginning and end of the month, the latter being the 'harvest moon', big and bright enough to continue gathering crops long after the sun has set (assuming a clear sky of course).

To town. Until the beginning of September, the transversal line remains closed, so W-wa Ochota, W-wa Śródmieście and W-wa Powiśle cannot be reached by train. Below: massive works ongoing outside W-wa Zachodnia still disrupting rail services into town. My train from Chynów is diverted over the newly built viaduct, to the left of the photo, towards W-wa Gdańska.

As I wrote earlier, the disruptions are forcing me to discover parts of Warsaw I never knew too well before, such as Wola. Below: the modernisation of the tramline along ulica Kasprzaka is proceeding slowly.

Another alternative station, handy for tram services in and out of Śródmieście, Warsaw's downtown, is W-wa Rakowiecka. From here, regular trams whiz along ul. Grójecka into the city centre. 

Just off Grójecka my map app shows me an interesting feature - Skwer Dobrego Maharadży (lit. 'Good Maharaja Square). As squares go, it has a non-square ratio of approximately 20:1, being three-quarters of a kilometre in length and a mere 35m in width at most points. Still, as a green space separating the two sides of ul. Opaczewska, it is a beneficial feature for local people - I observed joggers, dog-walkers, parents with prams, elderly folk and cyclists making use of it. 

Who's the Good Marahaja then? It is Sir Digvijaysinhji Ranjitsinhji Jadeja (1895 –1966), Maharaja of Nawanagar.  Why was a (very long) square named after him in Poland in 2012? In 1942, he established the Polish Children's Camp in Jamnagar for refugee Polish children who were brought out of the USSR during World War II. Many ended up after the war in the UK, several of my Polish friends in Ealing's parents went through this camp.

Below: one thing I'm noticing more and more of is electric buses. Battery powered. At the end of the line, the bus terminal on ul. Karola Dickensa at Szczęśliwice is equipped with overhead chargers that transfer current to the batteries via a pantograph raised from the bus. A better solution than the trolleybus with all the clutter of cables stretched above city streets! 

Incidentally, a propos of Warsaw street names - those around before the war would Polonise the name (so Karola, not Charlesa, Dickensa and Ludwika, not Louisa, Pasteura); but more recent ones would leave the first name as is (so ul. Johna Lennona, aleja George'a Harrisona etc.)

"Sometimes you find a yearning for the quiet life/The country air and all of its joys" Yup, I sure as hell do! Below: sun-dappled forest, between Dąbrowa Duża and Machcin.

Below: Orchard Moonrise, Jakubowizna.

Town and country - yes; suburbia, however, has become a paradise lost to sprawl.

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Getting ready for the 'W'-hour flypast

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A century of Polish scouting

An Eternity in Heaven?

Imagine heaven. We (of metaphysical nature) all have our own personal ideal of an end-state, of a final spiritual closure, but there are certain features that most people would buy into. The notion of unity, of becoming one with everything; the notion of being at one with God - and, being in that state, having total understanding of all things - past and present. 

But once there - then what?

Staying in that state for one eternity? Eternity, as Woody Allen famously quipped, is very long, especially the last part. Our subjective impression of time is that it compresses over time. At 66, my current experience of one year, as a sixty-sixth part of my life, is that it is half the length it was when I was 33, and six times shorter than the year I experienced aged 11. (At 11 years old, a year is 9% of one's hitherto experienced life, at 33 it is 3%, at 66 it is 1.5%, at 100 it is 1%). Subjectively at least then, the conscious experience of time in the lead-up to the singularity at the end of Eternity would accelerate, though at a ever decelerating pace to the point where it would slow down to nothingness. 

Then what?

The Singularity having been reached, the Unfolding Universe has finally unfolded. The Cosmic Purpose has been fulfilled. We have become a part of the Deity. We have achieved ultimate unity. We spiritual beings who have quested (presumably over countless lifetimes) have reached our goal, our ideal. We are in heaven, we are finally with God, and in God. 

Then what?

Do we remain in that state of supreme bliss, totally united with everything, all-wise, all-seeing, all-knowing for ever more? If we look at the physical cosmos, it has a lot of life left in it. Science (as of July 2023) considers that the Big Bang occurred a mere 13.8 billion years ago; meanwhile a heat-death of the Universe (Big Freeze), or a Universe that finally collapses in on itself as one black hole swallows another until the last one's gone (Big Crunch) - two putative end-of-time scenarios - are both thought to be trillions of years into the future. 

So, the physical Universe has a long run ahead - and in any case, there is the likelihood that a Big Freeze and a Big Crunch would both lead to another Big Bang, and so a cyclical Cosmos would - physically - be as eternal as a spiritual realm. And why ever not?

But what about your soul, after having reached Heaven? It's there for, like, literally, all time? Wouldn't it become a teeny-weeny bit boring after a while?

It occurred to me while on a twilight walk a few evenings ago that our experience of Heaven might only last an instant - just long enough to realise that you've finally made it, before snapping back to the lowest form of consciousness. This can take the form of either the discrete awareness of being a sub-atomic particle, or being a part of the background conscious substrate that fundamentally underlies the Universe. Two versions of panpsychism there - consciousness as granular in nature - or - the vast cosmic conscious sea in which all matter exists and evolves. I'm still torn as to which I would tend to believe in or consider to be more likely. 

And having tasted Heaven for an instant, one is back at a beginning, armed perhaps with the vaguest qualia memory of having been in heaven; the next round of spiritual evolution begins. From quark to atom, to molecule, to simple life form, to complex life form, to intelligent, technologically enabled life form. Onwards and upwards, once again. On the journey towards God-hood, God-ness another time.

Suddenly, I understand the Christian notion of Lucifer being banished from Heaven by God for being too proud. Although the Bible does not explicitly mention this episode, the idea of fallen angels is rooted in Christian tradition and theology. A turnstile Heaven then? A quick peak of Paradise at the end of an eternity's questing, then out again - Paradise Lost - to work one's way up, evolving spiritually once more - presumably endless times? 

Or an instant that lasts eternity - but an eternity that lasts only an instant?

Something to ponder upon, between now and Lent 2024.

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My father's last arrival in Warsaw

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Theresa May flies into Warsaw

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Announcing the start of the Radom railway line modernisation

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In praise of the (Polish-built) Fiat 500 

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To the Polish seaside, by night train

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Over the Peaks by bus 

Farewell to the old, comfortable certainties

We are moving faster and faster towards disclosure. We are not alone. Either there's some monumental four-dimensional chess-style psyop going on, or a crazy idea's gone viral because of social contagion at the highest level, or we are indeed being visited (and has been for some long while) by beings that are not of our world.

Today's hearing of the US House Committee on Oversight and Accountability, Unidentified Anomalous Phenomena: Implications on National Security, Public Safety and Government Transparency, will go down in history as a significant milestone along the road towards accepting that a technological non-human intelligence is here on Earth.

Those who have been paying attention to the UFO (or UAP to use modern parlance) story will already be familiar with the testimonies of the witnesses, David Grusch, David Fravor and Ryan Graves. All three military men with unimpeachable credentials. To hear them being cross-examined under oath by representatives, giving as authoritative answers as their security clearances allow, shows that this is as serious as it gets. The representatives posing the questions were well briefed on the subject, knowing what to ask. And it is clearly a bipartisan issue.

Today's hearing was entirely different to the May 2022 hearing of the House Intelligence Subcommittee on Counterterrorism and Counterintelligence. The subcommittee heard from Scott Bray, Deputy Director of Naval Intelligence, and Ronald S. Moultrie, Under-Secretary of Defense for Intelligence and Security, who continued the old story that UFO sightings are usually results no more than airborne clutter or natural atmospheric phenomena, but that the Pentagon does investigate reports with possible national security implications. In other words - a 'nothingburger'.

But today's hearing was vastly different. The witnesses were not career bureaucrats trying to calm choppy waters. From the government-transparency point of view, the issue that irked representatives most was the one about secret projects to reverse-engineering downed non-human craft - the black budgets, the unaccounted spending going (presumably) to private-sector aerospace companies, for many decades.

David Grusch confirmed what he had already said to the media - that this has been going on since the 1940s, and that the US military not only recovered multiple craft, but also 'biologics' - the bodies of non-human entities found with the craft. And the craft have been placed in the hands of defence contractors, to avoid government oversight. The fact that he, a respected figure from the US military intelligence community, said this under oath to a Congressional hearing is huge. Of course, he was pressed for more details - he repeatedly answered that he could give representatives with the right access full details in SCIFs (sensitive compartmentalized information facilities). 

While disappointing those who naively expected everything to come out about where the craft are, which corporations are holding them and what the non-human 'biologics' look like, Grusch's responses were guarded. "I can't discuss that publicly, but I did provide information to the intel committees and to the Inspector-General."

As a whistle-blower, Grusch said that he had felt threatened by certain elements that presumably want the story kept secret, while former Navy pilots Fravor and Graves denied that they had ever felt any pressure not to go public with their testimonies, nor had they faced any sort of retribution for doing so.

There are many UFO enthusiasts who expect nothing more than President Biden addressing the peoples of the world alongside an alien against a backdrop of a giant flying saucer; this is not how it will happen. Today's Congressional hearing is part of a long and slow process; I don't want to sound conspiratorial, but I do believe that change must be transitioned gently. The Copernican revolution, which ended the geocentric paradigm, took over a century to gain general acceptance among astronomers. 

"If this has been going on for seventy-plus years, how come it hasn't leaked?"

It has leaked - many times - and the stories tend to corroborate. The strategy of ridicule - devised in the early 1950s - has been the best form of maintaining secrecy. Discrediting whistleblowers has also worked in the past, but David Grusch's impeccable credentials and flawless professional behaviour have made him a hard target for the secrecy group and debunkers alike.

"There are billions of camera-equipped smartphones around today - where are the photos?"

Someone uploads blurry, grainy, footage of a point of light moving about in the sky. It proves nothing. Besides, NHIs (non-human intelligences) that have the technology to accelerate from 0 to 10,000 mph and execute 90-degree turns at that speed, leaving no exhaust plume, and needing no wings or rotors presumably also have the technology to cloak. The eyewitness evidence of military pilots, backed up by multiple sensor platforms on jet fighters, early-warning planes, aircraft carriers and guided missile cruisers is hard to undermine.

So - here it is - the full hearing. Over two and half hours. Watched by half a million people within five hours.

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Foreign exchange: don't get diddled!
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Defining my Sublime Aesthetic

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Porth Ceiriad on the Llyn Peninsula

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Jeziorki sunset, late July

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Jeziorki sunset, after the storm

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Rural suburbias - the ideal place to live?

Wes Anderson's Asteroid City

A film I just had to see: about  flying saucers; set in mid-1950s America, and Wes Anderson's visually stunning aesthetic - so close to my own tastes. My experience of Asteroid City was very similar to that of watching Anderson's Grand Budapest Hotel - a delightful confection, very funny - but ultimately, it could have been deeper in meaning. The Coen brothers would have done a better job. 

Nevertheless, I found myself thoroughly entertained, laughing out loud many times (good that the cinema was nearly empty). I loved the comic touches, the homages to the era, the cultural references and the  overall klimat. And a soundtrack that contains Bob Wills, Hank Williams, Tennessee Ernie Ford, Slim Whitman and other C&W acts from the early- and mid-1950s. And that train at the beginning...

The UFO conspiracy/cover-up theme is right on time - just as whistleblowers are about to be grilled by the House Oversight Committee in real life, the presidentially imposed quarantine on the Asteroid City mirrors the paranoia around the subject. The Military-Industrial Complex, supported by private  foundations, run the show. Who will own the intellectual property of alien-derived tech - free enterprise or the government?

I have a habit of watching a film's credits to the end; there were are large number of Spanish surnames involved in making the set and props (such as the railway - see below) - I naturally assumed that the film was shot in Mexico - but no - it was shot in Spain in a specially made set near the town of Chinchón, some 30 miles south-east of Madrid.

This is, I feel, a film made by a savant about savants for savants - quotable quotes aplenty, details to spot and laugh at (vending machines that served Martini cocktails and sold title deeds to tiny parcels of arid desert land), obsessively symmetrical shots. A sure-fire cult film that will be loved for many years to come by a small die-hard group of devotees, able to single out arcane references to this or that (alien symbols or cattle-ranch brands?). And indifference from the mainstream.

Below: example. Augie Steenbeck*, war photographer, in Asteroid City with his son, nicknamed 'Brainiac'. Note the camera. A Müller-Schmid Swiss Mountain Camera. Well, no. It's a prewar German Contax III or its postwar Soviet copy, the Kiev 4A. My guess is it's the latter, Contax cameras were used by American war photographers, Kievs weren't, so Wes Anderson had the front plate mocked up. Nice touch.

If you enjoy Wes Anderson's movies, you'll know what to expect; it's certainly one I'd want to see again. And then dive into a subReddit (r/AsteroidCity) with hundreds of nerds seeking Significance. You'll find more in The Big Lebowski or A Serious Man. Don't let that put you off - Asteroid City is still a highly likeable movie.

And if you like trains, have a look at this... (and then scroll down this post from 2017.)

* Steenbeck - manufacturer of flatbed film editing machines, used to edit 16 mm and 35 mm optical sound and magnetic sound film.

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PiS, Brexit, Trump and cognitive bias

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Portmeirion, revisited, again
[My last summer holiday - not had one since!]

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Beach day, Llyn Peninsula

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Down with cars in city centres!

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8am and 26C already

Faith, construction and history in Wrocław

Humanity's innate draw towards the numinous, the supernatural and metaphysical - the spiritual aspects of life - has long been exploited by organised religion. The bigger, the more splendid your place of worship, the better.

Wrocław is a city of a great many cathedrals, abbeys, basilicas and churches, reflecting diverse faiths. It is also a city that has changed hands over the centuries and witnessed the Reformation, the Enlightenment and the Holocaust. All this becomes clear when visiting the city's many holy places.

Below: the Cathedral of St Mary Magdalene, and its famous Penitents' Bridge linking the two towers at a height of 45m above the ground. Photo taken from the viewing galery around the tower of St Elizabeth's church, the highest such point of any Wrocław church.

Below: looking down and across from the Penitents' Bridge. Now here's the thing about this cathedral - it is not Roman Catholic - it is linked to the Polish National Catholic Church (and so unaffiliated with the Vatican)! Despite the name, its beliefs (as set out on a placard in the nave) seem more liberal than the Radio Maria end of Polish Roman Catholicism. The PNCC was set up in the US in the late 19th century in response to Polish Catholics unhappy with German and Irish bishops. I had no idea!

Below: side chapel, St Elizabeth's Church. Culture clash. To the left and right, baroque altars erected in honour of patrons from the 17th and 18th century Prussian aristocracy; in between modern stained glass remembering the formerly Polish cities of the Kresy - eastern borderlands that Poland lost after the war in exchange for Lower Silesia and West Pomerania.

Below: the interior  of Wrocław's White Stork synagogue, the only one that survived the Holocaust. On the first floor, an exhibition outlining the history of Wrocław's (and before that Breslau's) Jewish community - centuries of persecution, right up to  the expulsion of Jews from communist Poland in 1968. I was particularly fascinated by the story of Jewish rationalism during the Enlightenment; balancing tradition and belief with the scientific method.

In contrast with Protestant and Jewish places of worship, the Orthodox Church assails the senses. Here we have St Cyril & Methodius in Wrocław. Below: looking at the iconostasis.

Below: looking up at the ceiling. All that's missing are heavenly multipart harmonies and incense.

Left: totally Tridentine - the Cathedral of John the Baptist on Ostrów Tumski. Latin Masses! No screaming kids! No taking Holy Communion in the hand while standing! Like the Second Vatican Council had never happened! Nowhere else in Wrocław!

Below: elevated corridor bridging two parts of the Sisters of St. Elizabeth convent, Ostrów Tumski.

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Local round-up

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Legoland, just outside Warsaw's borders

Wrocław's Hala Stulecia (Centennial Hall)

I was eight when I first saw this building; it made an impression upon me as did the steel spire towering outside. However, back then I didn't grasp its historical significance. Back then in communist times, it was called Hala Ludowa - the People's Hall ('Volkshalle' in German) - and the original name, Jahrhunderthalle somehow morphed in my mind as the Jahrtausendhalle - 'Thousand-Year Hall', as in 'Thousand-Year Reich'; in other words - the negative ideological connotations of communism and Nazism. A place associated both with Sieg-heiling Nazis and ranting communists.

Only later did I come to realise that the Jahrhunderthalle predated National Socialism rule by two decades, and was actually built before the First World War. Commemorating the hundredth anniversary of the defeat of Napoleon by the Prussians at the Battle of Leipzig in 1813, the building was a striking example of Germany's industrial prowess. Built out of reinforced concrete, its structure encompassed what was at the time the largest space under a roof without supports. Today, a UNESCO-listed building.

View from the inside of a scale model of the building, itself situated inside the building. With its purity (no screens, speakers, cabling or spotlights), this view reflects the genius design of the place better than the real thing. 

Below: looking messier in real life, but still very impressive. Refurbished in 2011, the hall now seats 10,000, with extra seating below the false floor (designed by British architects Chapman Taylor).

Below: the hall as seen from the giant pergola that extends in a semi-ellipse, taking in Poland's largest fountain, built in 2009. To the right, the spire ('Iglica'). It's mid-July, but the ground is already looking parched.

Left: this space-age structure actually predates the space age by nine years; built in 1948 for the opening of an exhibition celebrating Poland's postwar westward expansion into its regained territories. It's unsupported by guy lines or anchors, standing only on its three legs. For its periodic refurbishments, it is gently laid down on its side. Today, it's just 90m tall; originally, it was 106m, but twice it needed shortening.

It's worth putting the hall into historical context - 35 years after the original opening that celebrated Prussia's defeat of Napoleonic France, the same building hosted an exhibition celebrating the Soviet victory over Nazi Germany and Poland's new western borders. Below: if you have a spare half-hour, this communist-era documentary is fascinating. Disinformation, half-truths, omissions, distortions and outright lies - same playbook as Russia uses today.

Below: laid out at the same time as the hall was built, the Japanese Garden was designed according to the precepts of traditional Japanese aesthetics and philosophy. It was renovated in 1995, then badly damaged during the Wrocław flood of 1997 and reopened again two years later. I must say, after visiting it, I felt in great need of a sushi supper - sadly the nearest Japanese restaurant was nowhere near.

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New bus stop for Karczunkowska

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Who should pay for railways?
[How America built an electric railway line over the Rockies - over 100 years ago!]

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Grunwald - the big picture

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"Take me right back to the track, Jack"

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The summer sublime

Wałbrzych, Książ and Riese

Europe's night trains are a great institution. Go to sleep in your home city and wake up in an entirely different landscape. Warsaw Gdańska depart 22:06; arrive Wałbrzych Główny at 06:36; in good time to explore one of the most fascinating places in Poland - Książ castle (09:00 opening).

Below: waking up to this! Next stop, Wałbrzych Główny. Passing Kilometre 75.4 - some 10km beyond the legendary Kilometre 65, where the Nazi Gold Train turned out not to be. They scanned, they planned, they held press conferences, the world came - they cleared the ground and dug - nothing.

Below: approaching Wałbrzyska Fabryczna station, one of Wałbrzych's five stations, strung out along 13km of serpentine track that winds between the hills. Summer lightens the atmosphere somewhat; but abandoned factories and mines still haunt - the past abides.

Wałbrzych was an important railway hub with several lines branching off the main line, serving local communities, coal mines and factories. Some lines have been closed, others are being refurbished.

Książ castle is a phenomenal slice of European aristocratic history - from feudalism to the Third Reich - and it's also an integral part of the great unsolved historical mystery that continues to be Projekt Riese.

A castle that morphed, like many did, from a fortification against armed attack (a castle) to the projection of status hierarchy (a palace). Built in the 13th century on a hard-to-assault hilltop by Bolko I Surowy ('the Strict' or 'the Raw'), a Silesian duke. Książ castle - by then Schloss Fürstenstein - came into the hands of the Hochberg family after 1509. It flourished until the family tipped into bankruptcy, dragged down by the wild spending of Daisy, Princess of Pless (née Mary Cornwallis-West), the British-born wife of Prince Hans Heinrich XV von Hochberg. The castle was seized by the Nazis during WW2, where it was to become a part of the mysterious complex known as Riese ('giant'). The oldest part of the castle is the left; the newer palace building stuck onto it on the right.

To this day, no one knows for sure why the Third Reich invested so heavily - and so desperately - until the very end - in the project. Too large to be just a bunker for Hitler and his accomplices, out of range of Allied bombers; to late in the war to be a megafactory for wonder-weapons - there has never been any documentation discovered pertaining to what Riese was for. A project that soaked up vast amounts of cement and steel at a time when it was desperately needed on the western and eastern fronts.  [Whistleblower David Grusch's mention of a UFO crash retrieval in Mussolini's Italy revives a rumour that Riese may have been intended to be a Nazi Area 51.]

Below: an extensive tunnel network extends in all directions under the castle. In the distance, the old lift shaft that would have connected the castle. After the war, the local authorities wanted to seal it off, and used it as a dump for rubble from the heavily damaged town. No one today knows the full extent of the tunnels. The Polish Academy of Science has a chamber down here used for seismographic equipment, deep in the rock, sensitive enough to detect small earthquake on the other side of the planet. To conduct any serious exploration of the the tunnel network would mean having to switch off the seismometers and stop all experiments. Also, exploration would mean no conducted tours of the network - and tourists are money. But questions remain. Is there a tunnel from here to the main railway line? Was Książ meant to have been connected to other parts of the Riese complex?

Below: roof detail. Blasted out of solid gneiss by slave labourers, the walls and ceiling were to be reinforced with concrete. In the foreground, rock. Deeper in - concrete. Note the mounting for electrical cables and ventilation pipes. Now here's part of the mystery. In February 1945, with the Red Army drawing near, the prisoners were evacuated from the site and force-marched westward. But in April, with Berlin surrounded and Lower Silesia within range of Soviet artillery, part of the construction team was herded back to Riese installations and made to install the concrete reinforcements. Why? The war was almost over, the work was not even one-eighth complete. What could have drove the Nazis to desperately continue tunnelling?

Left: one of the narrower corridors. There is a feeling of security down below - nothing is likely to cave in - the solid gneiss, the concrete reinforcements, the quality of the civil engineering. Much safer, I felt, than old coal mines now opened up to tourists.

The thing with Książ is that there's much to see above ground too. Below: the front elevation of Książ castle - the palace side. Above the entrance, two stories high, is the ballroom, magnificently decorated. In the room above, under the floor, is the winding mechanism for the ballroom candelabra, allowing them to be lowered and lit up before they ascend to operational altitude. The castle had a staff of three hundred, and in winter was kept warm by two wagon-loads of coal a day.

Below: the reverse angle, looking down from the third floor toward the gate house. Note the parched lawn - meadow would be better for the environment, if not keeping with the aesthetic of the period.

Książ castle is one of those places that strikes me as quintessential Europe; a long and rich history. Today a complex of hotels, restaurants and cafes ring the main building. I am reminded of Sir Clough Williams-Ellis's whimsical Portmeirion, but Książ has history. All that's missing is the sea.

The sides and rear of the castle are surrounded by ornamental terraced gardens. Above the terraces, a café serving craft ale on tap (just the thing of a hot lunchtime).

Left: portrait of Frederick the Great. Supervised the first partition of Poland, so not many fans of him around here today. His head is directed at the viewer, but his gaze is detached; those characteristic large eyes looking down. His right hand appears to be pointing at the viewer, but is actually grasping the chair. Unsettling. Painted by Oskar Begas, around 80 years after Frederick the Great's death. Painting on loan from Germany, which I think is telling about cultural and historical ties within the EU. A shared history, not altogether comfortable, but one that we're now open to.

Below: exceptionally beautiful location gives rise to magnificent views from all four sides of the castle. 

Below: the Palm House, quite a way from the castle, but on the same ticket, so worth dropping in. Part of Princess Daisy's expensive investments.

Wałbrzych has really come on as a town since I first visited 16 years ago. It has reinvented itself as a centre for advanced manufacturing... and history.

This time eight years ago:
Something new in the skies over Okęcie

This time nine years ago:
How the other half lives - a Radomite's tale

This time ten years ago:
On guard against complacency

This time 11 years ago:
Ready but not open - footbridge over Puławska

This time 12 years ago:
Dusk along the Vistula

This time 13 years ago:
Mediterranean Kraków

This time 14 years ago:
Around Wisełka, Most Łazienkowski, Wilanowska by night

This time 15 years ago:
Summer storms

This time 16 years ago:
Golden time of day