My passion for classic cars started along time ago, when I was a child.
I can clearly remember my father’s words: “My boy, a black Volga is a car for special people. It is the car of Yuri Gagarin, the first man in space.”
These words were the foundations of my dream.
Around nine years ago I was able to buy my first classic car, a 1969 Warszawa.
It was a model with a long history, having been conceived and designed during the time of the Soviet Union and built in Poland.
It was named after the Polish capital, as a gift from the Soviet Union to support Poland and its economy after the Second World War.
I fell in love with that car and the history behind it.
My love for classics became so strong that over the following years I went on to own three of those cars.