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Strachocina
Strachocina [straxɔˈt͡ɕina] (Ukrainian: Страхотина, Strakhotyna) village in Subcarpathian Voivodeship, the southeastern part of Poland. During partitions this region of the country (it belonged to Austria in those times) was called Galicia. It contains about 300 houses and 1100 inhabitants, and is about 12 km² It is the birthplace of St. Andrew Bobola.
Strachocina belongs to the Podkarpackie voivodship county with the capital in Rzeszów. In earlier times the region was called Ziemia Sanocka (The Land of Sanok). Its capital was Sanok, which is still the largest town in the close neighborhood. Strachocina is situated almost seven miles west.
Its foundation act, issued by King Casimir the Great is dated on May 10, 1369. Further history of the village is unclear. At the place of today's Strachocina once there were as much as four villages at the same time: Strachocina, Strachocina Wola, Szwanczyce and Meszewa.
Local tradition has it that there lived three kinds of people in the village: serfs (persons in a condition of feudal servitude, required to render services to a lord and attached to the lord's land), tenants of the estate, and szlachta zaściankowa (village noblemen).
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Strike Zone
by: LoverboyYou tell yourself you're not the one
You won't get hurt when the damage is done
You tell yourself it won't happen to you
It's the same old story, there's nothing new
Can't be the one, the one to lose
You won't be wearing someone else's shoes
Can't you read it, it's up on the wall
How can someone so big be so small
You're nothing without your friends
They'll be with you 'till the bitter end
You're nothing and you'll find out
What this world is all about
Standing in a strike zone
Running with the pack
Standing in a strike zone
Ain't no use in turning back
You want no war it's the chance you take
Nothing easier and the ice won't break
When the sun comes out in the dead of the night
You won't escape from the blinding light
Freedom goes but who's to blame
See the madness burning in their brains
Nowhere to run, no place to hide
You're all alone on a one-way ride
You're nothing without your friends
They'll be with you 'till the bitter end
You're nothing and you'll find out
What this world is all about
Standing in a strike zone
Running with the pack
Standing in a strike zone
Ain't no use in turning back
Standing in a strike zone
There's a panic in the streets
Standing in a strike zone
Ain't no golden parks retreat
You tell yourself you're not the one
You won't get hurt when the damage is done
You tell yourself it won't happen to you
It's the same old story, there's nothing new
Can't be the one, the one to lose
You won't be wearing someone else's shoes
Can't you read it, it's up on the wall
How can someone so big be so small
Standing in a strike zone
Running with the pack
Standing in a strike zone
Ain't no use in turning back
Standing in a strike zone
There's a panic in the streets
Standing in a strike zone
Ain't no golden parks retreat
Standing in a strike zone
Running with the pack
Standing in a strike zone
Ain't no use in turning back
Standing in a strike zone
There's a panic in the streets
Standing in a strike zone
You've got a ticket for a front row seat