Lem’s Journal Entry: “In the beginning of 48, I went to Prague for a month”

Back in the day, in Jarocin, we used to have an annual indie punk/rock festival which attracted all the anti-mainstream, western-inspired youth. This was a place where young people would come together to drink, sing punk songs, and rebel against the status quo. It was a time filled with energy, passion, and a sense of defiance against the mainstream culture that seemed to dominate our lives.

The festival brought together like-minded individuals who shared a love for punk music and a desire to express themselves freely. For many of us, it was a chance to escape from the pressures and expectations of society and just be ourselves. The music, the atmosphere, and the camaraderie of the festival created a sense of community and belonging that was hard to find elsewhere.

One of the things that made the Jarocin festival so special was the way it gave a platform to underground bands and artists who were challenging the norms of the music industry. These were musicians who didn’t care about commercial success or mainstream recognition – they just wanted to make music that was raw, authentic, and spoke to the struggles and frustrations of everyday life.

The festival was a place where creativity and individuality were celebrated, where people could let loose and be who they truly were without fear of judgment or ridicule. It was a reminder that there is power in nonconformity, in standing up for what you believe in, and in expressing yourself in a way that is true to who you are.

The Jarocin festival may have been a small event in the grand scheme of things, but for those of us who attended, it was a transformative experience. It was a reminder that music has the power to unite people, to inspire change, and to challenge the status quo. It was a celebration of freedom, of rebellion, and of the endless possibilities that come from embracing your true self.

As time has passed, the Jarocin festival may have faded into memory, but its spirit lives on in all of us who were lucky enough to be a part of it. It serves as a reminder that sometimes, the most powerful moments in life are the ones that take us by surprise, that challenge our assumptions, and that push us to step outside of our comfort zones.

So here’s to Jarocin, to the music, the memories, and the moments that will always stay with us. May we continue to carry the spirit of the festival with us wherever we go, and may we never forget the lessons we learned about the power of music, community, and the courage to be ourselves. Jarocin may be gone, but its impact lives on in all of us who were touched by its magic.