300 kilometers of manmade darkness and silence. Beyond the public routes of Wieliczka salt mine await endless corridors and chambers filled with the history of people who worked here digging the Earth for centuries, day after day. Their signs fading as salt covers everything. Walking ahead with a faint lamp I can’t help thinking of the surrounding darkness as a metaphor of human existence and coexistence. We look ahead, but see so little.
Wieliczka salt mine. Corridor entrance.
A chamber is formed. Once solid rock now an open space.
Dripping brine forms thousands of small stalactites while crystals grow on the ladder.
Recrystallisation in brine puddles. The logs support but also serve as a warning by cracking.
Clouds of salt build up slowly and inevitably cover everything.
A rock sculpture formed by mining through spraying high pressure water onto salty rock.
Light and structures both vanish with varying speed upon our leaving.
Corridor.
Passing by. Salt crystals spring up from the floor.
Dwarf passage.
Rails and pipes rust away.
No entrance. Dead end…
