Radio Stations in Interwar Poland - List of Polish Radio Stations, Summer 1939

List of Polish Radio Stations, Summer 1939

Location Opened Frequency Range
Warsaw I 18 Apr 1926 224 kHz 300 km
Kraków 15 Feb 1927 1022 kHz 45 km.
Poznań 24 Apr 1927 868 kHz 100 km
Katowice 4 Dec 1927 758 kHz 160 km
Wilno 15 Jan 1928 536 kHz 140 km
Lwów 15 Jan 1930 795 kHz 100 km
Łódź 2 Feb 1930 1339 kHz 45 km
Toruń 15 Jan 1935 968 kHz 60 km
Warszawa II 3 Mar 1937 1384 kHz 45 km
Baranowicze 1 Jul 1938 520 kHz 120 km
Łuck, Volhynia Was to be opened in the autumn of 1939 424 kHz most probably 120 km

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