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One day back in summer of 1997 we decided with my friend Jaroslav Biros (alias Bohumile Onasisse) to go to the ruins of Kapušany Castle. He felt that there is a road from village north of the castle called Fulianka. We took every road leading from the village only to come to a dead end each time. We asked numerous passers by for directions to the castle. Finally one gentleman has given us directions, which we followed only to run to another dead end above village Kapušany. So I asked an owner of a house at the dead end for permission to park, partially blocking her entrance. She was very kind and gave us directions for the climb.

Of course we missed the green mark for the trail and continued the wrong way. We run into a group of young people having a beer and making fire for frying bacon on the sticks. They told us where to turn, which we did. This trail is pure murder. Steep, steep, steep, and dangerous. It offers some beautiful views of the surrounding valleys and hillsides, just spectacular. I started to feel like mountain climber. At first you don’t see the castle ruin at all, about half way through the top, the ruin appears, and as you climb to higher elevation suddenly the Kapušany castle is in front of you. The castle is not very big. However its remaining walls are about six to seven feet thick. There is a lot of debris covering the bottom floors; still I would say that it probably did have about seven floors in the old days. Many of the original sand stone windows and doorframes are still intact. As we were browsing through the ruins we could hear to our big surprise noise of a car motor. Soon the driver and his family appeared, so we got the directions from them and decided, instead the climbing down, to take the gentle road through the forest to find the entrance to this mysterious road, that we couldn’t find. It wasn't hard at all, as it is with everything, when you know.

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Kapušany Castle is situated on top of a steep hill, built on the site of an old Slavic settlement in 13th century. It was suppose to defend the Royal road going from Prešov to the north. It is right at the intersection of two roads. One leading east to Hanušovce nad Topľou and the other north to Bardejov. The first owner of the castle was family Moglód. After that it became property of the Royal chamber and Henrich Tarczany became its commander, follower of Matúš Čák


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In 1312 during battles between Matúš Čák Trenčiancsky and Carl Róbert the castle was destroyed and it remained as a ruin for 100 years. Around 1410 the castle was given to Andrej Kappy who built a new object with fortified walls. In 1468 the army of Mathias Corvinus was trying to conquer the castle but they didn’t succeeded. The family owned the castle until the 18th century when it was pulled down.

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The castle was again rebuilt and fortified against Turks in second half of the 16th century so it would accomodate the demands of new army techniques. Army of Imrich Thököly seized the castle in 1658, but in the same year they lost it to the emperors army. At the beginning of 18th century it was seized by Telekessy, commander of František Rákóczi II army, who burned the castle in 1709. In 1712 they repaired the damage but in 1715 on the basis of the decision of the parliament it was destroyed.

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Published in the Slovak Heritage Live newsletter Volume 13, No.3, Fall 2005
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