This is Trieste. A port city practically on the border between Italy and Slovenia. On which side of border, ‘ours’ or ‘theirs’? The answer depends on whether you asked me this now or three years ago.
This is Miramare Castle, a bit north of Trieste.
And Trieste and Slovenian villages all around it could easily be “ours”. Alas, American troops that were stationed at Miramare after the Second World War for seven years saw to it that “peace was preserved”, and Trieste was eventually “returned to Italy”. And now I hear that independence is what the city is after. Be as it may, this plaque does not evoke nice memories. To a Slovenian.
And here are three more images that bring about mixed memories.
Ex-bedroom, pink and all. Plus tree mushroom as a candle holder. Plus ex-dog.
Ex-home, snow and all. We don’t get that here.
Ex-sport, mind games and all. This was the last game of the tournament, for the overall victory. The guy on the left ate his just dessert and kicked our asses. I was not even second. That time.
Photo: MM (+ last one by a nice person)
For Sylvain Landry’s SL-WEEK 14: Memory