After all that passed, Krakow is still splendid. There are still gorgeous houses, a formidable castle, and beautifully dressed horses with feathers and tassels, pulling shining, white carriages.A lot of beautiful horses in feathers and tassels. And jazz music at the market square at night.After all that passed, Krakow also has a rough edge to the splendor. So many houses awaiting for their turn to be cared for, many with broken windows and holes in the walls, reminders of grenade shrapnel or gun shots. This edge is not ugliness – it is endurance and battle scars. My home town has them as well, albeit not so prominent anymore.After all that passed, people have the time to draw art on house walls again.And despite (or because?) of all that passed, people still celebrate love, by attaching padlocks to the bridge over the river Wisla.
And perhaps because of all that passed, people also celebrate separation, in the dead of night, by cutting the mesh open to remove the lock and throwing it into the river. Time will tell whether there will be more padlocks than gaping holes on the bridge.(Krakow, Poland; July 2015)