A little aurally-visual journey for Cee’s sense challenge.
It begins sombrely, in Prague, with a choir practicing.
It continues on the Spanish steps in Roma with another choir, Scandinavian. It was sudden. The beautiful notes startled us and made us smile. (Or join in – mom used to be a choir singer too.)
Two years ago I got my first record player for my birthday. All things come to those who wait.
With the player came a stack of old records and this bilingual collection of New Yugoslav Poetry. Nothing about Yugoslavia will ever be new again.
This is the wall in a restaurant in Piran, Slovenia by the name of Sarajevo 1984. There were winter Olympic Games in Sarajevo, Yugoslavia, that year and I was 14 years old. More on that here. These are album covers of Yugoslav musicians of the time. The inscription below says: “If you are falling off a rock, you might as well try to fly. There is nothing to lose.”
Two images from my 40th birthday celebration 5 years ago. That grin is self-explanatory.
And to conclude: a proof that mom is indeed a rapper.
Photo: MM (and one by an anonymous friendly person)