Wednesday, August 26, 2026

AHMED HEGAZI — AN EGYPTIAN ACTOR

During the 1974–75 school year, our elementary school announced that an actor would be coming to visit. It turned out to be the Egyptian actor Ahmed Hegazi (1935–2002).

The film for which he is best known internationally is Al-Mummia (The Mummy, released in English as Night of Counting the Years), now regarded as one of the masterpieces of Egyptian cinema. He also appeared in several Polish productions, including the film and television adaptations of In Desert and Wilderness (W pustyni i w puszczy), where he played Gebhr, as well as a film about King Casimir the Great.


In 1970s communist Poland, visits by foreign actors (well, and also by Polish actors) to elementary schools were rather unusual, so his appearance generated considerable excitement among the students.

He was a very friendly and outgoing man, and what impressed me most was that he spoke Polish. According to him, he had learned the language while working on a film set. Whether that was entirely true, I do not know. Somehow, I find it difficult to imagine anyone learning a completely different language—such as Arabic, for example—simply while making a movie. Nevertheless, his command of Polish was impressive.

During the meeting, he shared various anecdotes about In Desert and Wilderness and his role in the production. He then announced that he would be giving out autographs.

The clever fellow was not particularly eager to sign random scraps of paper, however. Instead, he had brought along his own publicity photographs, which he conveniently sold for 10 z艂otys apiece before signing them. A fine example of entrepreneurial and Arabic spirit! 馃槃

Autograph of Ahmed Hegazi

I no longer remember exactly how I managed it, but somehow I persuaded him to sign my autograph book as well, adding yet another signature to my growing collection.

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Some time ago, I started writing about my memories of elementary school. At first, I thought it would be a relatively short piece, focusing mainly on the school itself, my teachers and classmates, and various school events.

It quickly became clear, however, that memories have a way of taking on a life of their own… One memory led to another, and the story gradually began to reach far beyond the school walls and my school years. As a result, the text grew to such a length that I had to divide it into four parts. The first two parts will be devoted to school topics, and the remaining ones will cover, among others, the pre-war Polish Communist Party and the times of German occupation.

Part One of “ELEMENTARY SCHOOL NO. 221 AND THE SURROUNDING AREA — THE HISTORY OF A SMALL PART OF WARSAW” will be published on September 1, 2026 — exactly 57 years after I started elementary school. Amazingly, I still remember this day quite clearly.

If you remember school life from those days, Warsaw as it looked years ago, and everyday life in communist-era Poland, you may find something here that brings back memories of your own childhood.

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Thursday, August 13, 2026

The Four-Volume PWN Encyclopedia in Poland in the 1970s

Subscription to the PWN Encyclopedia — Encyclopedias in Canada and the United States — Door-to-door Encyclopaedia Britannica salesmen — My daily encyclopedia reading — The impact of the encyclopedia on my level of knowledge — Polish-language Lithuanian newspaper „Czerwony Sztandar” — Listening to Western and communist radio stations — The four-volume Encyclopedia of Canada — A trip to Buffalo with Irenka P. — Louis Sullivan's Guaranty Trust Building — Poles in Buffalo — Saint Adalbert's Basilica The assassination of President William McKinley by Leon Czolgosz — A seafood restaurant — Paper recycling drives in Communist Poland and the collected works of Marx, Engels, Lenin and other communist prophets.


I have loved reading ever since I was very young. I learned to read before I started school, although at first I did it rather slowly. To this day I remember the first "real" books that I read on my own, including Vitya Maleev at School and at Home by Miko艂aj Nosow, Ferdynand the Magnificent by Ludwik Jerzy Kern, About a Boy Who Was Looking for a Home by Irena Jurgielewiczowa and Jacek, Wacek and Pankracek by Mira Jaworczakowa.

In the early 1970s my parents subscribed to the four-volume Great Universal PWN Encyclopedia, and over time we received all four volumes. PWN (Polish Scientific Publishers) was the most prestigious encyclopedia and reference-book publisher in Poland. I remain deeply grateful to my parents for that purchase, because it would have been difficult to make a better investment at the time. The encyclopedia not only expanded my knowledge enormously, but also opened entirely new intellectual horizons for me.

I have always believed that there is no better investment than investing in education, and in this case my parents hit the bull's-eye.

The four-volume Great Universal PWN Encyclopedia

For readers unfamiliar with Communist Poland, it is worth noting that access to information, foreign books and international publications was far more limited than it was in the West. Owning a comprehensive encyclopedia was therefore much more valuable than it might seem today.

Britannica Books of the Year in a Thrift Store in Leamington, Ontario, Canada in 2026

In Canada and the United States, used bookstores, thrift stores and even private home libraries are often filled with various editions of encyclopedias. Some sets contain dozens of volumes. Today they are becoming increasingly rare, partly because many second-hand stores no longer accept such bulky books, and partly because printed encyclopedias have largely disappeared from the publishing market.

Britannica-"Gateway to the Great Books" in a Thrift Store in Leamington, Ontario, Canada in 2026

What is most interesting, however, is that the overwhelming majority of these multi-volume works still look brand new even after fifty, sixty or seventy years. Apparently they were seldom opened, if ever.

I remember a house near Toronto owned by an elderly couple with two grown children. Their garage had been converted into a kind of storage room. The shelves were lined with dozens of beautifully bound books. I pulled one volume off a shelf. It was covered with a thick layer of dust. When I opened it, I discovered that it was an encyclopedia from the 1950s in perfect condition. I was almost certain that nobody had ever opened it before.

It reminded me of the collected works of Marx, Engels and Lenin that decorated the bookshelves of many communist party members in Poland. I once read that members of the Polish United Workers' Party (PZPR), the ruling communist party, were often encouraged—and sometimes pressured—to purchase such books. To be fair, these publications were heavily subsidized and therefore inexpensive. They also looked quite impressive on bookshelves that, in the case of some party activists, might otherwise have appeared rather empty, since intellectual pursuits were not always their strongest suit.*) ⬇

Even in the late 1990s, door-to-door salesmen were still walking through Toronto neighborhoods offering complete sets of the famous Encyclopaedia Britannica. One of my clients, who rarely read anything other than a local Polish-language newspaper and whose English was rather poor, allowed himself to be persuaded into buying a set.

He paid at least two thousand Canadian dollars for more than thirty volumes. He often emphasized that it was "a great investment for the future"—by which he meant a financial investment, something akin to putting money in the bank. Oh, human naivety! He proudly added that he had also received a "free" bookcase to store the entire collection. I did not have the heart to tell him otherwise.

In Communist Poland, however, an encyclopedia was something much more special. In our apartment it found an exceptionally devoted reader—me. It became my daily reading material, much as Wikipedia has become one of the websites I visit most frequently today.

For hours I would browse its pages, studying the color and black-and-white inserts featuring paintings, sculptures, photographs, maps and historical monuments. Interestingly enough, even today I occasionally recognize a work of art simply because I first saw it in that encyclopedia.

A page from the Encyclopedia, presenting six paintings of Realism. I've encountered some of them many times—especially the first one, "The Gleaners," And looking at Ilia Repin's "Burlaks," I'm reminded of my own pulling a sailing boat along the canal to W臋gorzewo. Incidentally, a similar painting by Repin, "Barge Haulers on the Volga," is much more famous—absolutely brilliant. I also love another painting of his, "Religious Procession in Kursk Governorate," a true work of art.

At one point I even considered reading it from A to Z. I soon realized, however, that many entries fell outside my areas of interest. I much preferred browsing page by page and selecting whatever happened to catch my attention.

After several years of doing this, there was literally NOT A SINGLE PAGE in the encyclopedia that I did not recognize visually. And the entire set contained approximately 3,300 pages.

A page from the Encyclopedia, from "Chab贸wka" to "Chakani Afzaluddin". It shows the famous painting by Marc Chagall "I and the Village". I love this paining and while in New York City, I visited the Museum of Modern Art and bought a set of postcards featuring Chagall's paintings.

Naturally, entries dealing with politics and history often contained distortions, half-truths or outright propaganda. Even so, Western Polish 茅migr茅 circles and, if I remember correctly, even Radio Free Europe were pleasantly surprised by the overall scholarly quality of the publication.

I also discovered a few minor errors, although today I no longer remember what they were. One thing that was missing, however, was an entry for Katyn.

As I mentioned in another post, the editors did not want to publish false information about the Katyn Massacre—the 1940 murder of more than 20,000 Polish officers and intellectuals by the Soviet NKVD. At the same time, they were not permitted to tell the truth. The solution was simple: the entry did not exist at all.

That omission itself spoke volumes to an attentive reader.

General Stanislaw Haller -- according to the Encyclopedia, he died in 1940, thus confirming that he was murdered by the Soviets, NOT by the Germans

I also managed to find a tiny "grain of truth." In the entry devoted to General Stanis艂aw Haller, one of the victims of the Katyn Massacre, the encyclopedia merely stated that he had "died in 1940." It was only a small detail, but it indirectly pointed toward the true perpetrators of the crime. I even wrote a short article about this for a Polish-Canadian newspaper in Toronto under the title A Grain of Truth in a Communist-Era Encyclopedia.

Perhaps it was my daily reading of the Encyclopedia that encouraged me to begin reading newspapers and magazines at a relatively early age, especially 呕ycie Warszawy (“The Life of Warsaw”), one of the major newspapers in communist Poland. I even clipped interesting articles and pasted them into a large scrapbook. Unfortunately, it disappeared after I left Poland.

I also frequently bought Czerwony Sztandar (“The Red Banner”), a Polish-language daily newspaper published in Soviet Lithuania and available in Polish newsstands. To many Poles in Poland, reading it felt like receiving a newspaper from a different world—one where communist propaganda was often more rigid and less sophisticated than in the PRL itself.

Quite apart from the fact that the newspaper literally smelled of fresh printing ink and stained your hands after only a few minutes of reading, it made a dreadful impression compared with newspapers and magazines published in communist Poland. Entire front pages were often devoted to statistics showing how factories and farms had fulfilled or exceeded quarterly and annual economic plans, or to lengthy announcements and proclamations issued by Communist Party authorities. International news occupied very little space and, when it did appear, it almost invariably portrayed the West in an extremely negative light.

When I occasionally brought copies of the newspaper to school and showed them to my classmates, some were genuinely shocked by its quality and content. It is therefore hardly surprising that for many Poles living in Soviet Lithuania, newspapers and magazines published in Poland were considered fascinating reading.

Years later, in Canada, I met a Lithuanian woman who had taught herself Polish while living in Soviet Lithuania so that she could listen to Polish radio and watch Polish television. For many people living in the Soviet Union, Polish media provided a rare window into a society that, while still communist, enjoyed noticeably greater cultural freedom and access to information than most Soviet republics.

She also learned to read Polish, which gave her access to numerous Polish books that were unavailable in Russian and, in some cases, banned in the USSR altogether. After emigrating to Canada, she married a Polish man. Her command of Polish was truly impressive, and I greatly admired her dedication.

While attending high school, I seriously considered studying political science. During the Solidarity period (1980–1981), I read enormous quantities of newspapers and, naturally, listened to many Western radio stations broadcasting in Polish. Besides the famous Radio Free Europe, I regularly tuned in to the BBC, Voice of America, Deutsche Welle, and several others. During the Cold War, millions of people behind the Iron Curtain relied on foreign radio broadcasts as an alternative source of news and information not available in state-controlled media.

I also listened to Interradio Prague, a Polish-language service broadcast from Czechoslovakia. It was an exceptionally hostile and strongly anti-Solidarity station run by hard-line communists who endlessly praised the virtues of the communist system.

From time to time it was also worth listening to Radio Peking, although it was generally rather dull. I rarely listened to Radio Moscow because the few programs I heard were so tedious, biased, and propagandistic that I quickly gave up on the station altogether.

The greatest source of entertainment, however, was Radio Tirana from communist Albania, a station that the Polish authorities apparently did not consider important enough to jam.

Albania under Enver Hoxha was one of the most isolated and ideologically rigid communist states in the world, often criticizing even the Soviet Union for being insufficiently communist.

Listening to Radio Tirana was like listening to a political comedy show. I vividly remember a lengthy broadcast condemning the Soviet Union because private citizens were allowed to own tiny household garden plots, something Albanian propagandists regarded as incompatible with the true spirit of communism.

Ironically, Soviet citizens really were allowed such plots, usually ranging from 0.15 to 0.5 hectares in size. Although they represented only about 3 percent of the country's agricultural land, they produced roughly 25–30 percent of the Soviet Union's total agricultural output.

Radio Tirana also broadcast amusing—though incredibly boring—poems glorifying Albanian leader Enver Hoxha and celebrating his supposedly unmatched wisdom.

In any case, by 1981 I had become intensely interested in political developments both in Poland and abroad. I even came up with a topic for a future master's thesis—or perhaps even a doctoral dissertation—related to that remarkable period. 

Although I eventually took two university courses in political science, one of which dealt partly with the Soviet Union, my education and career ultimately followed a completely different path.

In any case, the PWN Encyclopedia introduced me to an enormous number of facts, ideas and subjects that I still remember today.

After arriving in Canada, I purchased a one-volume English-language encyclopedia and also acquired several older American editions. Besides, I often consulted various encyclopedias in the university reading room, as well as books like "Who's Who," which even helped me find a job and once made quite an impression on the president of the Canadian headquarters of a very well-known American company, one of the world's largest producers and sellers of soft drinks and food products.

In the 1980s a magnificent, richly illustrated four-volume Encyclopedia of Canada was published. I bought it for $150 and consulted it frequently for many years.

Only last year (2025) did I finally donate it to a used bookstore. It had lost an unequal battle against the Internet.

I find it much harder, however, to part with my four-volume PWN Encyclopedia, which followed me to Canada many years ago. It still sits on a shelf and brings back countless memories of my childhood and youth in Poland.

Today a complete four-volume set can be purchased for about 20 Polish z艂otys—less than the price of many modern magazines. Yet for me its value remains virtually priceless.

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And that brings me to another story, partly connected with the encyclopedia.

In 1992 I met Irenka P. in Canada. She was an architect by profession and even worked in my office for a few days. During one of our conversations, I mentioned that nearby Buffalo, New York, was home to the famous Guaranty Trust Building (formerly known as the Prudential Building), completed in 1896 and regarded as one of the city's first modern skyscrapers. The building was designed by the renowned architects Dankmar Adler and Louis Sullivan.

Louis Henry Sullivan and the Guaranty Trust Building in Buffalo, New York, in the Encyclopedia

For readers unfamiliar with architectural history, Louis Sullivan is often called the "father of skyscrapers" and was one of the leading figures of the Chicago School of architecture. I also mentioned that Sullivan had been one of the pioneers of the modern office building.

I must admit that this rather specialized knowledge made quite an impression on Irenka. What I did not immediately reveal was that almost everything I knew about the building came straight from my beloved PWN Encyclopedia, which even contained a photograph of it.

Irenka was already familiar with Sullivan's work from her architectural studies and expressed an interest in seeing the building in person. So before long (in 1993) we set off for Buffalo in my first car, a 1983 Honda Accord, which I had purchased three years earlier for $7,000—$2,000 less than the dealer's original asking price.

After parking downtown, we had no trouble finding the distinctive building. It stood out from the surrounding structures even from a distance. I even remember photographing a small historical plaque mounted on the building. I should still have those photographs somewhere.

Buffalo itself, however, left us with a rather depressing impression. Many stores had their windows and doors boarded up, the streets were nearly empty, and the city seemed trapped in a long-term economic decline. I even remember witnessing a police chase that ended with the arrest of one of the local residents.

At the time, Buffalo was still struggling with the consequences of the collapse of much of its manufacturing and heavy industry. Once one of America's great industrial cities and an important transportation hub on the Great Lakes, it had lost a large portion of its population and economic vitality.

We even had trouble finding a decent caf茅 where we could sit down for coffee and cake. Buffalo's days of prosperity were clearly long gone, and the city's impressive late nineteenth- and early twentieth-century buildings served as reminders of its former wealth.

I also came across a plaque dedicated to Stanley Makowski, a former mayor of Buffalo of Polish descent. Later I bought a local newspaper and browsed the social announcements section. I was surprised by the sheer number of Polish surnames appearing in wedding announcements, anniversary notices, and obituaries.

Buffalo City Hall is a 32-story Art Deco skyscraper. Completed in 1931 and added to the National Register of Historic Places in 1999, it stands 398 feet tall and serves as the official seat of local municipal government. It's quite similar to the New Tower of Babel in Fritz Lang's famous movie "Metropolis"

The New Tower of Babel from Fritz Lang's 1927 movie "Metropolis
Source: Public Domain

It turned out that Buffalo had indeed been one of the most important centers of Polish immigration in the United States for many decades. Large numbers of Polish immigrants settled there during the late nineteenth and early twentieth centuries. Polish churches, organizations, and cultural institutions were still active, although most people of Polish ancestry had long since moved to the surrounding suburbs and smaller communities.

Although I have never had the opportunity to visit it, St. Adalbert's Basilica is located in Buffalo, New York. It was built in 1890 by Polish emigrants and in 1907 received the designation "Basilica" from the Vatican - the first in the USA!

Saint Adalbert's Basilica, 212 Stanislaus Street, Buffalo, New York
Source: Wikimedia Commons, Public Domain

I first learned about this church in the early 2000s from one of my "long-time" clients, whose brother was the parish pastor. Unfortunately, the basilica was closed despite numerous protests and appeals from parishioners. The decision to close it was ultimately upheld. The last regular Sunday Mass was celebrated on September 18, 2011, marking the conclusion of the parish's year-long 125th anniversary celebrations.

Fortunately, the basilica has not been abandoned entirely. It remains open for four annual commemorative Masses, as well as for weddings, funerals, baptisms, guided tours, and other special occasions.

This is particularly sad because the neighborhood surrounding the church was once the heart of one of Buffalo's largest Polish-American communities. Streets such as Sobieski Street, Paderewski Drive and Kosciuszko Street still bear witness to the area's rich Polish heritage.

Today, however, the neighborhood has changed dramatically. The once-thriving Polish-American community has largely been replaced by a diverse population consisting primarily of African Americans, along with growing Vietnamese and Bangladeshi communities. Unfortunately, local residents generally advise against walking through the area after dark.

It is also worth mentioning that Buffalo was the site of one of the most dramatic events in American history. In 1901 President William McKinley was shot there by Leon Czolgosz, an American anarchist of Polish descent. McKinley died eight days later from his wounds, while Czolgosz was convicted, sentenced to death, and executed later that same year.

Also on one of the buildings was a commemorative plaque about another president of the United States:

In his house on this site
Millard Fillmore
Thirteenth President of the United States
Resided from 1858 until his death here, March 8, 1874
This tablet erected 1924 by
The Buffalo Historical Society
Of which he was a founder
And the first President 1862-67

Before the trip, I had promised Irenka that I would take her to a good seafood restaurant. I even prepared a list of such places in Buffalo, but to my surprise most of them no longer existed.

Eventually, a very friendly older Black gentleman suggested that we drive to nearby Cheektowaga, one of Buffalo's major suburbs and itself home to many Polish-Americans. He recommended a particular seafood restaurant, gave us the address, and carefully explained how to get there.

I drove while Irenka became my navigator. I must admit that neither before nor since has anyone guided me through an unfamiliar city as efficiently as she did. Her map-reading skills were truly impressive. Perhaps it had something to do with her architectural training and exceptional sense of spatial orientation.

We reached the restaurant in record time, and it turned out to be excellent. Our efforts were rewarded with delicious seafood and fish dishes.

For the next year or two we remained in touch, mainly by telephone. Gradually, however, the contact faded away, and if I remember correctly, Irenka eventually returned to Poland.

A few years ago I tried to find her on the Internet. Unfortunately, the information I discovered suggested that she had most likely passed away sometime around 2004...馃槩馃槩馃槩

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Notes

⬆ *) During the Communist era in Poland, schoolchildren were required to participate in annual paper-recycling drives. Every student had to bring in several kilograms of old newspapers, magazines, or books, and those who collected larger amounts could sometimes receive small rewards. Like many activities in Communist Poland, these campaigns were presented as educational and socially useful, but participation was often treated as an obligation rather than a voluntary activity.

As a result, we went door to door throughout our apartment building asking residents whether they had any old newspapers or magazines they planned to throw away. Quite often we would come home with several kilograms of paper.

The problem arose when people asked through the door:

"Who is it?"

It was difficult to explain the purpose of our visit every time, so I invented a mysterious-sounding abbreviation:

"ZZM!"

No one ever asked what it actually stood for. Perhaps that was because it sounded sufficiently official and bureaucratic—rather like ZMP, ZHP or ZMS (the Union of Polish Youth, the Union of Polish Scouts or the Union of Socialist Youth,  communist youth organizations) or one of the many acronyms common in those days.

The doors opened, we explained our mission, and more often than not we walked away with a respectable quantity of old newspapers.

Our efforts paid off. At the end of the school year we were recognized for collecting a record amount of waste paper. As far as I can remember, it was probably the only distinction I ever received during either elementary school or high school.

Unfortunately, the promised reward never materialized... 

Years later I read the memoirs of another author who also described these paper drives. According to him, students who failed to meet their quota could face surprisingly serious consequences, including difficulties obtaining their year-end report cards. Everyone therefore tried to gather the required amount of paper, which was not always easy.

Eventually someone came up with a brilliantly simple solution.

Bookstores sold the collected works of Marx, Engels, Lenin, and other Marxist-Leninist classics for almost symbolic prices. These books were often heavily subsidized by the state and could be purchased for less than many ordinary publications. Since enormous numbers were printed, they were widely available and not particularly valued by most readers.

Some students concluded that instead of spending hours collecting old newspapers, it was cheaper and easier simply to buy several volumes of communist ideological literature and immediately turn them in at the school recycling depot (where they belonged in the first place!)

There was a certain irony in the fact that books intended to educate citizens in Marxism-Leninism were being purchased only to be recycled as waste paper.

I do not know whether the school administration ever discovered what was happening. If they did, it is hard to say whether they were more amused or irritated by the students' ingenuity.

One thing is certain—their creativity deserves admiration.

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Thursday, August 6, 2026

Gustaw Holoubek — One of the Greatest Figures of 20th-Century Polish Culture

In 1975, I attended a performance of The Revenge (Zemsta) by Aleksander Fredro at the Dramatic Theatre in Warsaw. The production was directed by Gustaw Holoubek (1923–2008), who also played the role of Rejent Milczek — one of the central characters in this classic Polish comedy of manners, written in the 19th century and still widely performed today.

Gustaw Holoubek

After the performance, I managed to obtain his autograph — one of the more valuable pieces in my collection.

Also appearing in the play was his wife, Magdalena Zawadzka, a well-known Polish actress, who played Klara. If I remember correctly, I saw them leaving the theatre together after the performance — and to this day I regret not asking her for an autograph as well.

I had the opportunity to see Holoubek again many years later, in the 1980s, this time in Toronto, where he arrived together with Magdalena Zawadzka for a series of cultural events aimed at the Polish diaspora. During one of these evenings, he recited, among other works, the famous “Great Improvisation” (Wielka Improwizacja) from Forefathers’ Eve (Dziady) by Adam Mickiewicz. This monologue is one of the most iconic and demanding pieces in Polish Romantic literature — deeply emotional, philosophical, and often seen as a symbol of the Polish struggle for freedom. His interpretation was truly powerful and left a lasting impression on me.

The following day, a small, private gathering with Holoubek and his companions took place at the home of my employer at the time. Unfortunately, I was not able to attend.

Although Holoubek was primarily a theatre actor, and it was on stage that he achieved his greatest acclaim, I also remember him from several film roles. Two comedies, in particular, stand out in my memory: Gangsters and Philanthropists, in which he played a gang leader, and Tomorrow’s Premiere, where he appeared in the leading role. Even then, I was struck by his remarkable talent — he brought depth, intelligence, and a distinctive, understated style to every character he portrayed.

Looking back today, it is even clearer how extraordinary a figure he was — not only an actor and director, but also an intellectual who left a lasting mark on Polish theatre and cinema.

An anecdote comes to mind about the play The Revenge. In one scene, when Cze艣nik is dictating a letter to Dyndalski, the actor playing Cze艣nik noticed that the quill had fallen to the floor — something the actor playing Dyndalski hadn’t seen. When Cze艣nik tells him to write, Dyndalski, unable to find the quill, simply says, “But there’s no quill.”

        “'Here is the pen, you ancient hen!", said Cze艣nik, pointing to the quill lying on the floor.

殴r贸d艂o: Wikimedia Commons

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Sunday, August 2, 2026

MOUNTAIN SHELTER ON LUBA艃 IN THE GORCE MOUNTAINS

The mountain shelter on Luba艅 (49°29'17.0"N 20°20'28.1"E / 49.488056, 20.341139) — or, more precisely, a small PTTK mountain shelter known in Polish as a bac贸wka — has remained in my memory primarily because it was newly built at the time, very cozy, and staffed by exceptionally friendly and hospitable people. We were also given a very private double room on the first floor, something that was not particularly common in Polish mountain shelters.

Mountain Shelter on Luba艅

The shelter itself was rather small and offered only a limited number of beds. However, we never expected luxury. On many occasions, we stayed in dormitory-style rooms equipped with bunk beds and shared them with numerous other hikers. Indeed, this was an integral part of the atmosphere of traditional Polish mountain shelters: evening conversations, singing hiking songs together, and exchanging stories about mountain adventures often became lifelong memories.

Although we never personally experienced a situation in which all the beds in a mountain shelter were occupied, I know from numerous accounts that mountain shelters virtually never turned hikers away. Even when every bed had been taken, the staff would usually find some solution — sometimes this meant spending the night on the floor, on a mattress, or even on a bench in the dining room.

Mountain Shelter on Luba艅, 1974
Source: Wikimedia Commons. Author: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/pl:user:Wp

To this day, I remember how much comfort and privacy we enjoyed in this modest little shelter.

Sadly, not long afterward, we learned that the entire building had been completely destroyed by a fire in early 1978. The shelter had been in operation for only two years.

The present-day PTTK mountain shelter on Luba艅 was subsequently rebuilt and continues to serve hikers exploring the beautiful Gorce Mountains.

For readers unfamiliar with Poland, PTTK (Polskie Towarzystwo Turystyczno-Krajoznawcze, or the Polish Tourist and Sightseeing Society) has operated an extensive network of mountain shelters for many decades. These establishments traditionally offered inexpensive accommodation, hot meals, and a welcoming atmosphere for generations of Polish hikers and mountaineers.

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