e p i s o d e # 11

Videography: Matthew Nothelfer

Editing: Matthew Nothelfer

Photography: Alicia Wszelaki

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Studio Red Dot jaunts around the world for various clients, and "Red Dot Podcasts" are a result of the photos and video that personally captures our curious and sometimes quirky imagination. These short films include our original music, writing, travel news, travel tips, international culture, media and humor. Enjoy!

Light in Gdansk rises on the horizon at 3am in summertime.

Only a few hours earlier had I laid my head down for rest at a Polish hotel. Now I was struggling to pull my socks over my feet. I complain internally. If I've seen one middle-century-european fresco I've seen them all, dangnabit, "Unngh," is about the most verbally articulate I can be at this hour.

By 4am Alicia and I are walking north to the old quarter of the city. I know before I arrive that it's a wonderful sight: medieval towers stand tall against the shore of the Mot‰Çawa river, re-constructions of beautiful buildings from the time of the Hanseatic League, a modern riot of 13th century architecture. Yet, as we continue forward under fading starlight, all I want is the hard starchy pillow back at the hotel room.

I'm reassured once again that the a.m. is going to be the ideal time to experience the familiar D‰Çugi Targ and "Royal Road." My grumpy skepticism is not interested.

But then... The sun began to appear, warming the cool pockets of shadows with long soft light. For the next hour we share the fresh illumination in Gdansk's old town with the ancient walls of the Golden Gate, the processional paths of historical European kings, and relative silence. The past competes with the new millennium for these moments. It is victorious.

Gradually, the town wakes. A half-dozen bicyclists or so glide through our shots, an alarm clock placed in an open window goes ignored, and matrons shuffle to market, plastic bags in hand. Still, in that time between starlight and bright morning, the diffused visuals and quiet corners of legacy returned for us.