Poles live in clitki

I was raised in typical conditions for my rural- suburban area: a 1970s home, set up by my grandfather, in which the level (about 50-55 meters) was occupied by us (a household of four), and the ground level (a akin size) was occupied by grandparents. Initially, I shared a area with my brother, then my parents built a balcony, which became my area (for many years it was very cold in the winter, it was only later that the renovation and warming of the home put an end to it), to which it passed through my brother's room. My area easy housed a couch of 185 cm (bed would come on the door), a desk, 2 lockers and a wardrobe for clothes.

Like us, most people I know lived. Of course, there were any friends of parents who built a home and in 4 people lived on 100-120 meters, but on the another hand there were besides friends of parents who lived in a 40-metre flat in a block or a family. In general, our housing situation was transparent to me: neither bad nor good, just normal.

The first minute of reflection came erstwhile I went to junior advanced for a trade in France. We were in the town of Mazamet in the south of the country, at the ft of the Black Mountains (Montagne Noire). It is simply a picturesque but not peculiarly prosperous area - it can be compared to the Polish Sudeten premountain. Mazamet utilized to be the center of textile, but the manufacture collapsed, the surrounding area depopulated. The French household I lived with was Social akin to mine: a parent commutes to the region town next door, a father who is simply a baker on the spot, “my” Frenchman and his brother who I never met due to the fact that he was in college. Upon arrival, I got my brother's area and in it a double bed, a large wardrobe in the building, a gaming desk. I was peculiarly struck by this double bed — it was seen in American films, but it seemed exaggerated, comparatively typical American, and it turns out that the French live the same way.

A fewer years later, in advanced school, I went to Germany this time, to Marl town in North Rhine-Westphalia (NRW). NRW is simply a very akin area to advanced Silesia, and it has very strong household and cultural relationships with our region (to say that among all flights from Polish airports, the only 1 from outside Warsaw in the top 10 according to the number of passengers transported is the Katowice-Dortmund flight). And it turned out the same — I got the area “my” German, which occupied half the attic, a good 25 meters.

But it turned out that it was abnormally tight, not abnormally spacious. My experience is not special. Poland is at the forefront of the percent of the population surviving in overcrowded apartments — as much as 1/3 of us live in it.

Worse still, despite the increase in the wealth of Poles, the situation does not improve in many respects. It is simply a problem for the future of our country: from average tightness and associated social pathologies, to winding up the Polish demographic spiral of death.