This is my vision from a room inside an old building by the Vistula River in Praga, Warsaw. Previously, the Jabłonowska Railway line ran here, closed shortly after the war.
I sit with my eyes closed, I don't feel well here, I don't understand the turbulent and chaotic energies that surround me. I try to feel what's going on here. Only after a long time does everything become clear in my head and I start to feel calm. First I see dozens or even hundreds of crowded gray souls, they are thin, wasted, dusty, their heads are down, they wear gray coats and workers' hats. I associate them with workers from an old factory from the times of World War II. These people are enslaved, driven from one place to another, maybe transported. They feel the same as they look: a gray, crowded mass. I don't feel the energy of death on the premises of the building and around it, there are no cemeteries here either, souls only come and go.