The thing which made me cross kilometres of forests and fields of Subcarpathia (Poland) that time was a an abandoned Greek Catholic church in one remote village. Unfortunately (or maybe fortunately?), when I came, I did not find a key holder at home, so I decided not to waste time and explore the area around. That decision, no matter how quickly made, turned to be a great idea. It was enough to go along the road crossing the village and look around a bit to see an old abandoned cabin hidden among trees.
Situated in the neighbourhood of much newer buildings, this decaying house looked as some kind of island of past in the sea of presence. Entering it reminded a journey in time, as its old wooden walls were hiding an oldfashioned interior, so rare to see nowadays. The most impressive was the main room of the house. Old furniture and oven, pictures of Saints—all that created an unforgetable atmosphere of the place which, despite being a bit gloomy also seemed to be idyllic—most likely because of a calm pale blueness of the walls.
Another room of the house, a kitchen, was rather messy, and that mess let have a short glimpse on the life of the owners.
One of the things that made it possible to read a bit of their story was some medicine left. The names on the packages were references to descriptions of the drugs and at the same time some details about those who were taking them. One of such ‘references’ were a few sheets of pills called Metindol which is used to treat osteoarthritis and control acute pain.
There were still some of the mentioned drug left which naturally causes a question whether the one who took them recovered or passed away, and, if recovered, why the house was abandoned? Considering the current condition of the place, first thing that comes to mind is not the optimistic one. Symbolical was also a hanger in the corner, without any coat on it—as if someone left this place for ages.
No matter how sad the place was, at the same time there was so magical atmosphere inside that only the main purpose of my trip, the abandoned church, made me hurry up leaving it. And now you probably wonder whether I managed to enter the mentioned temple. Just before leaving the village I went to the church again expecting nothing at all. Coincidentially, that was the moment the key holder came back, so I had an opportunity to enter the building—but that’s another story.
I’m loving all your pictures! I will be in Krakow in early December. Are there any abandoned places in that area that you can recommend?? Thank you in advance.
Thank you, glad that you like them. There’re some, I’ve sent you a message on Facebook.
Very cool. I’ll be interested to see your essay on the church, also.
Thank you, glad that you liked it.
Of course the church will appear here later on, thanks for reminding me about it : )