Growing up in newly built „concrete jungle” with so many unfinished buildings and abandoned construction materials, was a real fun. When I was 8 - 9 years old, my parents told me that I am a big boy now and I got my own key plus plenty of time after school. Nobody was asking when are you coming back, because there was nobody at home. Parents were working hard to afford things they dreamed of. Every day me and other children from the blocks were discovering borders of our neighborhood. We were looking for adventures everywhere. In the forest next to the Vistula river, jumping on the left building materials flooded by the water. In those empty huge buildings still under construction, but without any security or safety rules. Looking at the world from the roof of 14th floor building was something I will never forget. We were walking around the long corridors of finished buildings, where drunk men or drug addicts had their best spots. Being chased by older boys or just some crazy people, was pretty regular on that time. Not many police or security officers you could find in this part of the city. The 90’s in Poland were not the safest. Still I somehow survived and those memories are forever.
