Wanderlust: Poland Heritage Tour, Part II

The road to Gburyk land, at least inhabited since the 1770s.

From Joan Didion, and certainly applicable to the work my father has done over these past 40+ years:  

 

“A place belongs forever to whoever claims it hardest, remembers it most obsessively, wrenches it from itself, shapes it, renders it, loves it so radically that he remakes it in his own image.”

 

 

From left, cousin Volodya, the village Mayor, cousin Ewa, and Dad, pointing out the boundaries of the overgrown Gburyk land.

 
Gburyk swimming hole? 

Gburyk swimming hole? 

 
Managed to find a four-leaf clover on the property. A good sign. 

Managed to find a four-leaf clover on the property. A good sign.