Varsovie...(20/5)

Warsaw is like a small vacuum space of emptiness in my memory. My debut trip to the city should have been taken place 12 years ago. Becoming a turning point in pursuit of my meaning of life, the city awaited my strolling around until present that embraces me into its evolving city form of architecture and its micro-development in between the modernisation of Europeanisation (read more)...the bearing of the massive destruction in the WWII and the heritage of communist sense of city development. My impression to the city was a mixture of classical conservation and functional presentation of its short-span intensive historic experience. Pending my plan to start the journey to the Eastern Europe at a youth stage, I have role-played a diverging possibility in life, which awoke my sense of consciousness about my world of uniqueness and abandonment. As a gateway city to connect to my past and present, Warsaw has been stably developing right next to my awareness of well being for the decade. This day, I finally landed in the city during another transitional stage of life. Presented itself in its best panoramic mode of pride and unity, the city turned itself into a memory of the past as well. I was next to the ‘déjà-vu’ Stalinist model of the Warsaw Centre of Culture and Science – a pop-up reminder of my wandering in Moscow. Flights were flying over and over Warsaw, and I behaved in a group of collective memory, and everyone stood up when the sourness sank. Being the most robust economy in the region during the crisis, Warsaw has proved from its urban form and business stability with its energetic life. Zloty is a symbol of their partial insulation to globalised collective fluctuation. It retains people’s purchasing power and domestic demand. At least this has been my perception in the commercial centre that transactions have demonstrated. Like Berlin, Warsaw revived its appearance after the Second World War. The present moment was a replicate colourful Rococo façade of the old town. The East defined by defending the West, and now the West encircles and enriches the community again. A stunning presence of the remaining of the communist planning to me is the cold-façade of public housing in town. The public green between the residential buildings figure out a communistic belief of commonwealth. In this springtime of calling for another cycle of growth, the green vividly diversifies its form of life, and it landmarked its freestyle way of existence in contrary to the Anglo-Saxon gardening art form. Aged people tend to come up on stage in the area and along the industrial ulica to showcase their pride and glory about their city in front of my eyes. It is a call for the blossoming, or an actualisation of Joy Division’s mind in the name of ‘Warsaw’ to count down its ‘3, 5, 0, 1, 2, 5 go’…
‘…I was there in the back stage, when the first light came around, I grew up like a changeling, to win the first time around, I can see all the weakness, I pick all the faults well, I concede all the faith tests, just to stick in your throats...’ (Warsaw by Joy Division, as Warsaw)