The third face of Nowa Huta in Kraków, perhaps the most surprising to me, is the "natural" one.
It takes about 50 metres of detour from the usual urban area to discover a huge grassy meadow, often frequented by locals to sunbathe and relax. It was so calm and silent my jaw dropped and I couldn't pick it up. The only thing that reminded me I was in one of most populous parts of Kraków was that thermal power plant in the horizon.
My peanut Warsaw brain keeps yapping: how come a housing estate hasn't been built here yet?
Nowa Huta in Kraków (that industrial-ish one I guess)
The other face of Nowa Huta begins as soon as socrealism is abandoned and modernism gets to be all the rage (which is somewhere between late 1950s and 1970s I guess?). I'll be honest though: I know very little about architecture and I may have made factual errors in the previous sentence. All I know is that I'm attracted like a moth to lines, patterns and geometry.
Also, in a weird way that style evokes specific images in my head. I have some kind of synthwave-like nostalgic feelings about Poland as seen by my parents in 1970s and 1980s. All of which is of course fake because I'm not forgetting who ruled the country at that time.