This is how this Slovenian town is pronounced. Mengeš, the town of the Primus door. It’s not a place people would roam to – it’s close to the airport, yet not in the direction of the capital. Maybe that’s why it has remained as it was, and why my friend lasted there as long as he has. Soon that period of his life will be over so this is a kind of tribute.
Mengeš is a good primer of Slovenian town. (In Slovenian, primer means “instance”, in English it means something else, I’m sure, but right now can’t be bothered.)
The forest grows out of the houses.
The mayor is prone to art.
It is home of the happiest chickens (but they will bite into that apple sooner or later) and at least one major horse lover.
It brings the past to mind, and in many ways spells Slovenia to me, 100% volunteers and all.