This place has been Józio’s home for over 50 years.
Soon this chapter will be closed. Due to existential needs the house will be sold and he will have to move to his younger sister in a bigger village.
Whenever I visit him I feel that this place belongs to a different timezone untouched by today’s fast life. The first things that come to my mind are silence, the smell of old furniture and the traces of a long life.
In the context of fast changing Poland, it’s westernization, the growing abyss between past and modern generations, Józio’s life represents for me the one of a dying species.
His existence is floating between past and present. He is unable and unwilling to relate to today’s life, it’s problems, hypes and rush.
This shall not sound like a sad story about an old man in a lost world.
But things are changing and for me it seems that this momentum is gaining more and more speed. That’s why it is interesting and beautiful to find those islands, that seem to be untouched by this system.