There was a fire of a house in the village. Nothing ever happen here so everybody came to watch the fire grow. Fortunately, nobody was harmed. During the house fire, I've decide to catch the reactions of people who came to stare.


It's a story about a place I've lived in since I was a child. It's a post-German village in the Opolskie Voivodeship in Poland. The majority of young people moved away to bigger cities. The village is mainly populated by seniors, many of them have already passed away and a lot of houses are abondoned. I've been taking these pictures in the period when I was moving out from my parents. I wanted to say goodbye to the place I grew up in. I've decided to take the pictures in B&W because I associated them with my past. The title refers to dialectal silesian word ''Psińco'' which means ''nothing''.

Katarzyna Ślesińska

student, Poland