The Avenue of Roses (pictured above) is a main pedestrian thoroughfare leading to Nowa Huta's Central Square.
It was once famously home to a three storey high statue of Lenin. The Poles pulled it down after the Solidarity Movement succeeded in kicking out the Soviets.
Also now missing were the huge letters lining the rooftops, which left the Polish population in no doubt that all this had been a gift of the USSR.
They struggled to hit the right note of gratitude, when the funding dried up from Moscow, taking the steelworks with it. The shops emptied of all supplies and Martial Law banned all employment. They'd barely managed a muttered 'thank you', when it was all going well, and everyone was suddenly a brick-builder!
I doubt they even tried, when a wrong word could see people disappeared; nor when a sixteen year old boy, protecting his grandfather bodily from crowd control water chutes, discovered that rubber bullets were hidden in the stream. The memorial to the boy is over the road from the Catholic church, which was itself constructed under terms of stoic protest and violence.
Anecdotes and histories abound on the Communism Deluxe Tour, punctuated by complementary shots of vodka (or whisky, if like me you're allergic to the stuff). We visited the locations, heard the stories told with fascination and humor, then jumped back into our trusty Trabant.
Along the way, we visited an apartment which frankly looked a lot like the one my Nan lived in back in Britain. My friend found her own grandmother's house-coat hanging on a peg.
Did I mention that Soviet era Poland was a lot like Britain in the '70s and '80s? Though not quite as underscored by the Communist ideology.
Finally we were deposited in a Milk Bar (Bar Mleczny), which offered the cheapest food in Poland. Another relic of the age, they were established in order to ensure that workers could afford at least one hot meal a day.
The menu is still subsidized by the Polish government, hence the queue stretched nearly to the door. It gave Philip ample opportunity to describe how his childhood was pretty much spent standing in queues too. But that was Communism for you.
And probably much less fun at the time, than it was for us visiting. We were like the Greek girl in Pulp's Common People, delighted tourists glimpsing another culture. But yes, it was fun. I thoroughly recommend that you do it too.
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I'd be happy to do it again, if you wanted to go and take me with you!
Very exciting I wish I had shared your adventure
Apparently the Trabant used to be painted to advertize the tours. It had a huge red star on it. But the Polish government have recently made it illegal to promote Communism. The rules are so stringent, that Crazy Guides Tours had to repaint their Trabant to remove the symbol!
Like I said, the ideology was different, but the architecture and items were very reminiscent of my childhood.
Are you considering running your own tours now? They were doing a roaring trade!
I admit the Trabant idea is great for business. I still remember them. I'm glad you had a great time. The views look familiar. Many of the towns built from scratch (or almost) in Communist times look like that over here.
From British books about the sixties and seventies I can connect a few dots to what you're saying here. I find it fascinating. So much to learn.
*slaps head* I really should have remembered that, shouldn't I? In my defence, I'd only just woken up when I replied to you before, and my mind was full of the Krakow Ghetto. I transferred all available (first cuppa) mental capacity to the Warsaw Ghetto and stopped there. -.-
There really was a tremendous sense that the fate of the Poles was historically jumping from the frying pan into the fire. Those I met and spoke with though all seemed to have a wonderful sense of dark humour. I guess you had to, really.
The Poles never forgot that the Soviets hadn't helped them during the Warsaw Uprising. They'd waited on the other side of the river and didn't intervene.
The way our guide told it, the Soviets wanted to be the great liberators all by themselves, with no help from the native population. In that way, the Poles would be so grateful that they'd accept the gift of communism afterwards.
It didn't quite work like that.
sflm - It's funny you should say that. Did you notice that no doors open onto the Avenue of Roses? This was indicative and quite deliberate. All front doors opened into central areas, which were accessed by a single archway apiece.
A strategically placed tank could effectively block in whole neighborhoods.
Mira - I would especially love to know what you make of it. Perhaps there's a business opportunity for you to emulate there!
The city looks like a massive prison complex
Will be back to read this. Sounds like fun. Love that Trabant! ;-)