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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