It was hard for me to wake up afzer first nigh in resort, my drill of running and warming up saved me as well as the sun that started to show from the eastern side of the Krkonose Mountains, whose slopes were still covered with remnants of snow. It was not the first time that the difference between hard night and a sunny spring day was so contrasting that I hesitated to believe in the beauty in which we were born and which does not fit at all with some parts of our history.

I walked through the Sudeten mountain resort and absorbed the border between German Czech and Polish culture. Poreba is beautiful like most resorts and Sudeten towns, but it has one more adjective - it is deeply human and friendly.

No control who can collect tens of millions of crowns in fines from everyone who just drives there in one city in the Czech Republic. No parking meters, everyone parks where there is a place. After a long time, drivers gave me the right of way when they saw that I was groping in the dark about where to turn.

And typically nice Polish miniatures, when, for example, the expensive Radisson resort was led up a steep hill by a road so battered that it was probably still used by the tanks.

Like handfuls of flowers that are struggling to come to life from all corners and sides, here too, reconstructed Sudeten villas, typical Austro-Hungarian guesthouses, super-modern resorts and ostentatious apartment residences breathe side by side.