Undoubtedly, U2’s “Where the streets have no name” song is enchanting.
I love hearing both the instrumental introduction to the music and Bono’s incredible voice in the song’s later phase. This is one of my favorite U2 songs, next to, e.g., “I Still Haven’t Found What I’m Looking For,” “Desire,” or “Sunday, Bloody Sunday.” The last time I listened to the titled song, I realized that I often walk along streets, paths, tracks, or roads that do not have names. One of the best examples that I can give to you, my Dear Friend, is one wild road that connects two other Warsaw streets: Lopuszanska and Instalatorow. Cars cannot enter this road. Moreover, while walking there, I see runners, passers-by with dogs, or homeless. There are many wild trees, thickets, and garbage.
Other great examples of Warsaw’s places where the streets have no name are the rough roads and paths through the thickets and fields between Bukowinska street and Sikorskiego avenue.
If you try to find all these streets mentioned above in Google Maps, try to find streets, roads that cannot be entered by car, or simply have no name. In one of my previous posts, I mentioned that I like to walk along railways. Undoubtedly, walking through long paths along railways is also wandering through the tracks that have no name.
I wrote it many times before, but I want to stress it once again: I do not aim to walk along with dull (for me) touristic streets. Everyone takes photos of everything there – it is not for me. I took such photographs many years ago, and today I do not know why I would do such kinds of pictures. Taking photos of mundane, grey, usual places where the streets have no name is like taking pictures of people with their masks taken off. For more information, click here.
