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Poland is absence. A visual record of what isn’t anymore, landscapes razed and buildings bombed. It was generations ago but the cities and countryside remind you, monuments to the dead crowd around the living. The sun beats down on you and is inescapable. Tree roots crack through the concrete anxious for a new beginning. For further exploration, see Who am I? Where did I come from? Where am I going? (2020)