Dawn. The black figures appearing in the brushwood. They seem to be working. The sound of cracking branches, after a while we notice the movement of hatchets. Warsaw on the other side of the Vistula river unfolds itself. In Warsaw, the city of dynamic growth and development, could modernity be still confronted with life resembling these from the 19th century? The contemporary metropolis but inscrutable thickets and brushwood in the middle of it? Sky scrapers but some meters farther people who never have used a lift? Still, there is a part of wild and unregulated bank of Vistula river, one may find the relicts of 19th century life...