This is what Zukrowski says about people living in the later grounds of Tricity: ”Families are close-knite, thrifty women are bustling about their houses from dawn to twilight, work is the very essence of life, prosperity, strengthen by the wisdom of generations, stems from work, and there is the force like in a clenched fist. Men understand the power of the sea; because what does this cockleshell made by a man, even the best boat builder, matter, when a sudden squall tosses the sails and sea breakers, like raging bulls in sea foam, gore the sides of a cutter.

Some of us are from Gdansk, some from Sopot, some from Gdynia. From Polish Pomerania. What connects us all is the place where we are from. And the place where we are now.
What connects us all is the need for walking down the beach in the springtime, when the wind bringing the unique smell of salty water would refresh us after the winter darkness, when swans would come closer and closer to grab a piece of a crumbled bread roll, and seagulls flying just over our heads would scream their heads off to get their share; climbing Orlowski Cliff to see more than enough of foaming waters, giving you the feeling of power but also the humbleness against the element; waiting for the clear blue sky, when it would be possible to see the far outline of town of Hel; walking through Mariacka Street, the shortest and the most enchanting from all streets, and entering the austere St. Mary’s Church for a moment of a reverie and comfort, a lazy walk along Long Quay, a quick look at the old Crane, a barely audible swoosh of lazily flowing Moldawa; and Long Market with the ruling Neptune, the symbol of our Society, and Town Hall with a museum, and Artus’ Court, and Golden Gate. 

And many more… a ride through the street of John from Kolno towards the shipyard, with Three Crosses Monument, and where the sound of the shipyard siren, setting the rhythm of a day, cannot bee heard for years now, but where steel tram wheels still clatter rhythmically against the track – these are still the same tram numbers: 8, 10 and 13; a journey along Dolny Wrzeszcz, tennis courts at former Sawicka Street –nowadays Uphagena Street; Ballet School, the former airport or Zaspa, Przymorze, Jelitkowo, along the beach up to Sopot, and a delightful Fishermen Square with a big anchor in the middle, South Baths, and the old but renovated Balneological House, with a nearby curative salt spring spouting out, so-called “little mushroom”.
On the left the promenade named after Monte Cassino Heroes, so-called Monciak, with swarming crowds in the summer, on the right a pier and an art gallery and Grand Hotel – famous in the old days, and theatre in a building on the beach, where Agnieszka Osiecka spent her last moments, now the theatre is named after her; North Baths with their beautiful park at the back, stretching up to the forest, where nearly on the beach – in the part that belongs to Gdańsk already – there stands a mountain cabin, with abundance of splendid food.

Gdansk’s Kolibki – another place in Tricity, where you can enjoy horse riding; Orłowo, with the view that takes your breath away, and when going up above Grabowek in the evening, preferably to Widok street, nothing compares with the image of twinkling lights coming from the outline of ships laying off,  with the dark blue background of the sky and the sea merging together; Summer Theatre, not far from Orlowo’s pier, with masses of sand and waste of waters and the sky with birds serving as its stenography; Kamienna Gora and Seaside Boulevard, where you can meet almost every resident of Gdynia in the Sunday afternoon; Swietojanska Street sparking with lights, neon signs, colourful and modern in a good sense, like a lady – the street knows what to wear and how to wear it to be refined but not extravagant; and Kosciuszko Square, where the famous sailing-ship “Dar Pomorza”, and later “Dar Mlodziezy”  sailed away carrying candidates for sea dogs, and girls shed tears and waved goodbye to their boyfriends; and finally French Pier, where many years ago many Poles sailed away on Stefan Batory ship or its successor to their new life… Our “new lives” here are of various lengths, but the sense of togetherness and this unique everyday bravery without glory lets us leave our shore to go fishing…