As I continue my street photography in Warsaw, I find myself increasingly drawn to the stories behind the windows of the city’s blocks of flats.
Each window holds a unique narrative, and my journey through the streets is a quest to uncover these personal tales. The longer I walk and do street photography on Warsaw’s streets, the more I hear and see that there is a story behind each window in Warsaw’s blocks of flats. It is a cliche. Still, each of us is a divine, eternal mystery with its own history. While walking among Warsaw’s blocks of flats, I often imagine what people sitting on balconies or windows think. What are they afraid of? What are their dreams? Also, sometimes I imagine knowing all these stories and writing a book based on other people’s experiences.
Still, while thinking like that, I often start to think about whether it would be a nightmare to hear the stories of all the people living in one block of flats.
I do not consider the possibility of such a thing because I know it is impossible to know thoroughly hundreds of people. Still, I have no doubts that each of us, whether drunkards or prosperous businessmen, has its own exciting story to tell. I decided to write my own story by myself. I do not wait for anyone else who will write about me. Perhaps such a human who would desire to write about it would never exist. That’s why I am blogging. That’s why I write about my life by myself – I took the matter into my own hands. I write about my story, which stars my beloved Kamilka, loved parents, family, and friends.
I live in a block of flats situated in the Mokotow district.
We have windows towards the tree. When someone walks near my window and sees me standing on the balcony, perhaps this person also wonders who the guy standing on the balcony is and what his life story is. Each day, I write my own story. I am always curious where the most fascinating movie called “Adam Mazek’s Life” would lead me.
