Today celebrates my uncle Rajko. May the First be with you, like every year! And let’s exchange the views soon again, your Maribor (above) for our Tuscany (below). Cin cin and buon appetito!
Photo: a © signature mmm production
First her father and my father met in their Maribor, went to school and played basketball together for team Branik. Below is a photo from 1963. (I’ll let you guess who the fathers are. :D) (ADD-IT: I removed the fresh re-enactment of this photo because it will be published in a book soon.)
Then they married (one woman each) and moved to Ljubljana. First her father, then mine. Then we were born in the same year, first her, then me. Then came the year when she got a brother, and me a sister. Then they got a dog.
Thank you for hosting us at your beautiful summer camp on the island of Krk last summer (more photos from there here). Who would say that you’d find a place that can rival Duba.
I hope we can one day have some fun together over here – possibly with the third gracia – and talk about the times when we were crazy and young. Welcome! (Captions available by clicking on each photo)
The man next to her – her husband and my grandfather – died today too, on her birthday, which is why after that she never celebrated it. She celebrated daily though, life, love, little things, tender mercies. This one is for her generation. It will never return, yet it will never grow old either.
And this is me channelling her with the view of her bridge over the Drava river in Maribor from her window.
The trees have come to mean Italia to me. The Guinigi tower in Lucca, with seven oak trees on top, was built for this challenge.
Four trees in Roma:
An Italian and a Croatian church:
A few views from Slovenia – Ljubljana, Maribor with the oldest vine in the world, and Piran:
To finish, trees around the corner with the oleander to point the way home.
I love this, the idea of improving environment by adding to it. Improvement is relative, of course, but I like the idea of “democracy” behind an unmolested graffiti. I have yet to take photos of any significant murals, especially in Roma, but here is what I’ve got so far. Translation from Slovenian and location given in the captions. More images of Pisa street art and impressive Metelkova City in Ljubljana have been posted here and here.
And here is a special house in Škofije on the border between Italy and Slovenia that was obviously given to children from different countries as a plaything. Give kids a chance indeed!
To all public artists and writers with stuff to say and show: please, carry on. The world needs your expression and colours and wit. And authorities better let it be. It’s the stuff of life.
This building in the very centre of Ljubljana has hosted Nama department store since I know of myself. Until recently it also gave home to the Večer newspaper Ljubljana office, on its top floor, where my father worked for several years, and a few floors down there was Slovene Emigrant Office (SIM) where I spent a few years of my only office time, editing and writing and translating for a couple of newspapers for Slovenians living abroad.
It was good. I could bring my dog. And I was able to work with Vida and Maja (mentioned in my About me), which will always count as nothing but good times.
And now, now the new urban planning has eliminated traffic from the street below and planted trees. The building is refurbished. The sailor has lost his Evening (Večer) ship, and the sailoress is left without her “Native soil” (translation of Rodna gruda, one of the newspapers for Slovenians abroad).
And through it all the ship Nama sails on. And it’s good: even though sellers might seem at times like they don’t really wish to sell you anything, it was here that my amore bought his coppola.
First there are four from Maribor, the second biggest city, then one with the best from Greece from the capital, one from the little village called Padna, and the last five from Piran which is expecting our invasion. It will be a pleasure.
Norm’s challenge has gone interplanetary this week, good to see! Taking this chance to link to both, his challenge and the WPC one. Will be on and off in the coming weeks. Got some doors to pass through.
In response to The Daily Post’s weekly photo challenge: “Door.”
Your city. It will be forever.
It used to be so far. Traffic jams, fog, snow, heat – things needed to be endured.
And then finally Maribor, and most often sunny. Main square. Those four floors – sometimes it seemed even higher, depending on form.
View of green Pohorje. The scent of the kitchen. Cheerful baca.
This is your courtyard. High school. Basketball court. Drava river. “Don’t let NATO see your bridges,” Balašević said during his concert on the raft.
Impressions from my last visit? Pretty, quiet, friendly. Romantic, yet rainy on this occasion. Just where there used to be the marketplace, little chicks can no longer be bought.
And then, in Piran, the exact same number of stairs?
You always love to surprise and please.
The age is right for me to like Shakin’ Stevens. He is a regular in Bravo. His posters look down from the wall.
When you go abroad once again, you return with cassettes. A bunch of them. I look at them in awe. Names I have never heard before. And then one that I know. Stevens! Shaky! But no. The name on the tape is Cat Stevens. Disappointment lasts several years until I realise that Cat is a hundred times better.
In the same bunch of tapes there is also one of Buddy Miles, Jimi Hendrix drummer.
Many years later I will be at his concert in Vienna. The name will ring a bell from somewhere.
Edit: P.S.: By going away he means visit me in Tuscany.
Photo: MM & MC (of me)
But I wish to celebrate her, today and every day. How she self-preserved all those days, stealing know-how from commercials off RTL, learning for instance that pumpkin seeds are good for her remaining kidney. How she fed ducks by her Drava river. How she told us not long before she died in the home for the elderly that she was in Kidričevo again, where she spent many days in her younger years, and we chalked that up to her dementia, and then her keepers informed us that she was indeed in Kidričevo that day to visit a dentist. But when she asked me, with a slight chuckle of disbelief in her voice, as if to tell me that even though she knew it sounded crazy she really needed to know whether she should feed those little animals that come to her through the three air holes in the door to her room, we knew the answer. How she cried out “Hang on, girls!” before cutting a turn like a pro, driving long into her old age. How she always cooked up a storm and prepared ajvar and made her own noodles. How she collected bones and let me give them to the assorted dogs of the relatives we visited, and how she made up a song about the dogs and sang it to me at bedtime, together with many others (such as “und der flak macht bum bum”). How she used to say that flancati (fried crisp pastry, angel wings, funnel cake) are not fattening because “there is only air inside”. How she loved us and we loved her.
The photos below were taken last summer, the last time we were in her Maribor. I grew up before that window overlooking the hills of Pohorje and the bridge over the Drava river. And her ducks are still below it.
Photo: MM & MC (on the sofa)
She has taken strategical placement to a whole new level, and spent one portion of her life on every continent discovered (well, not sure about the Arctic), including several months on her own in China upon learning the language. Therefore I have high hopes for her and her charming companion to find their way to Tuscany.
A little anecdote, it’s my favourite: one day she left a basket full of goodies for me with my grandfather, since I was not home when she came over. (Possibly they were sour cherry products, as this has always been her trademark flavour since she had learned I love it.) Upon my return my granddad gave me the basket, telling me that it’s from “that friend, you know, the name escapes me, but her hair is the colour of goulash”. It needs to be added that goulash was his preferred dish. Hers not so much, since she is a vegetarian. 😀 But after this bit of information it could be only one.
Happy birthday, dear friend, and you were right all along: the sky is the limit. Always welcome!