A good few years ago, using his own resources, he converted a “Żuk” into a mobile camper, becoming a member of the great international caravanning family. As a member of the “Rzemieślnik” Motor Club in Wrocław, which brought together Lower Silesian owners of wheeled campers, he toured almost all of Europe and parts of Asia. He took part in the ceremony unveiling a monument in Thessaloniki to Greece’s national hero, Jerzy Szajnowicz-Iwanow; during his stay in Rome he met the Pope, at Monte Cassino he met General Anders’s wife, and in Murmansk he met Poles—veterans of the struggle for independence. There is much truth in the saying that “travel broadens the mind,” especially when one does not travel for trade, but to observe the beauty, resourcefulness and enterprise of others. And not necessarily merely to envy them. Many things can simply be adapted to our own circumstances. Enchanted by Vienna’s Prater, he dreamed of a place of amusement and carousels in our city. He wanted to make a tangible contribution, sought allies and sponsors, but found none. Henryk Nawrot’s passion and dream in life—for it is about him that I am writing—was to establish a museum (salon, depot) of carriages in our city. Over many years, he collected 11 horse-drawn carriages and coaches, 4 sleighs (including one dating from 1880), and items of equipment: harnesses, lamps, decorations and so on. The exhibits are valuable and original, as demonstrated by the fact that connoisseurs and hobbyists from Germany, Norway, France and even distant Taiwan wanted to buy them. Mr Nawrot, however, wants these valuable specimens to remain in Bolesławiec. In Zabobrze, he bought a plot of land to build a house for his son and perhaps, on that occasion, he will fulfil his life’s dream by creating a carriage museum in the city. For now, many valuable exhibits are deteriorating outdoors, even though the city has so many vacant sites on the grounds of closed-down businesses. These matters are not the only ones that hardly anyone cares about. In my conversation with councillor Henryk Nawrot, I sensed a great deal of regret and bitterness. It turns out that even serving as a councillor does not make it easier to do something for the city. The wall of indifference and disregard for human initiative begins in the city’s administrative and local-government structures and ends with the heads of many businesses and wealthy companies. For could it not have been possible, for example, with the help of large industrial plants, to save the beautiful footbridge over the Bóbr linking Bożejowice with Zabobrze and enabling Bożejowice residents to reach the grocery shop and MZK buses? Or could our city not be adorned by the four disused fountains? And must our courtyards, squares and small parks be grey, dirty and drab? Could councillors, if only to “immortalise” their term of office, not symbolically plant one tree every year on the concrete housing estates? Or make the relevant people care for and maintain the greenery? Would an amusement park, or at least something more attractive than a dirty sandbox, not bring our children a little joy? And must stairwells really be frightening, with crumbling plaster, dirty windows and unwashed stairs? And must our streets in winter pose a deadly danger to drivers and pedestrians? As it happened, Mr Nawrot himself witnessed a car falling into the river from a bridge as a result of skidding. The man narrowly escaped death, while municipal services “hurried” to bring sand only two hours after the accident. The city authorities, municipal services and the heads of the housing cooperative have an explanation for everything: impossibility and lack of funds. Yet often one simply has to come up with unconventional solutions, and above all, the city’s financial resources must be managed more wisely. And perhaps listen to people who propose concrete solutions, rather than relying solely on one’s own infallibility. “I would so much like my city to be beautiful. There are more people like me. But people’s hands drop and apathy takes hold when their willingness to act is simply disregarded, and they themselves are considered eccentrics. I am very disappointed by what I see and observe,” said the Bolesławiec craftsman and globetrotter Henryk Nawrot in conclusion.