It's Highline time! Lublin is in full festive swing; high above the throng, highliners of all origins traverse thin webbing, accompanied by a chorus of clapping each time they take a leash fall. The lines are secured with large lengths of timber bracing the windows of the town court. For one weekend a year, the ancient building takes on a new role, losing its austerity as barefooted highliners pad around dressed in shorts and harnesses…
I soon sign up, slide out from the window, and stand for the first time on an urban highline.
Words: Hugo Pullen | Photos: Dora Damian