I'm from Lower Silesia. I'm from the South. Somehow I found myself among all you northerners, which makes me even more special.
Now, a bit more seriously. Blachownia is a small town, but town still (13,322 inhabitants), in the outskirts of the holy city of Czestochowa with its magnificent sacred tower. We, that is the dwellers of Blachownia, have always been in the shadow of Czestochowa, still we could enjoy all these things that were unattainable to the people from the city. We have an artificial contaminated lake, which still seems a good destination when having a walk; we have a recently renovated stadium where the local football team experiences triumphs but most often defeats that nobody cares about; we have two tennis courts, which are always busy so you can't use them anyway; we can hang out in one pizza place and one pub, so the night life is thriving; we go for shopping sprees to three secondhand shops, where the smell of cigarettes is as unbearable so that you leave after four minutes.
I realised that my serious description became not as serious as it was supposed to be.
So, I'll start all over again. Recently my beautiful rural hometown has been violently brought to its knees by an unstopable whirlwind. Enormous part of the forests has been destroyed, the roofs of the houses were scattered with holes, even the cross from the church tower was swept down to the ground. It was a personal tragedy for each one of us. We felt as if we were all in the movie "Twister", I think that my mum couldn't resist from pretending that she played the main famale role...
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So, to finish my post a bit more romantically, I'll have to confess that I love my hometown, with its every street that I know by heart, or, perhaps, not every street, just a few of them:))
