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Srečno, Lidija!

Today celebrates my writer/poet friend and here are some photos from ten days ago when us four last met. We had lunch and then drove up to Orle where the last battle for the liberation of our city was fought.

You wrote three novels, “A Spare Life”, “Skrita kamera”, and “Non-Oui” – probably my favourite, about the family history of a Croatian woman Neda (No-Yes) who marries to Sicily, and her granddaughter of the same name who visits Croatia.

You have also published several books of poetry. You write in Macedonian since this is your mother tongue but you get translated into many languages. There is one poem that hits especially close to home because this is how it goes:

Going back 
by Lidija Dimkovska
Translated by Ljubica Arsovska and Patricia Marsh

When you go back to your home town
you visit museums and galleries,
pause to listen to the buskers,
light candles in all the churches,
buy books by local authors
and the CDs by local bands
which have come out over the last six months,
treat yourself to some chocs from the town factory facing bankruptcy,
make a detour to the outdoor market you haven’t visited for a long time,
meet friends for an hour or two
before going to a local film or theatre production
they’re not interested in,
you do a lightning tour of your home town
in just a few days, drinking water from the bottle in your bag,
buying souvenir magnets and keyrings,
sitting on all the surviving benches
from your past,
turning down all the alleyways that have remained the same,
taking photos of the new buildings which look like warts,
mumbling to yourself, incomprehensible to everyone else,
when you go back to your home town
you realize you no longer have one,
that it has turned into a simple fact in a document,
Place of Birth, a point of birth and of no return.

And while you are in Greece and fires are raging both there and in your country of origin, I’m about to move back to my new country, not really Sicily but close enough.

Here is out last day in pictures. There were occupiers, eagles, goats and the lovely Slovenian countryside.

Happy birthday and as I told you already, in my mind you are ten years younger.

This day in my blogging history

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Published by Manja Maksimovič

A Slovenian in Italy for love. Blogger, photographer, translator and would-be writer who would be a writer if she wrote. Plus reluctant but emerging poet. Beware.

14 thoughts on “Srečno, Lidija!

  1. A lovely poem and sentiment, Manja, for your friend. Great perspectives in your shots as usual. Some of the compositions are mind-boggling. The window view with your red-headed friend. I couldn’t tell whether it was a mirror or a window? And a cheeky door shot thrown in 🙂

    Hope you’re well!

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    1. Thank you, Sunra Nina! Just to make sure it’s clear that this is her poem!! She wrote it. Less than a week of Slovenia remains, then back home. That shot is a bunch of frames one after the other taken from where I was having lunch. The door is pure luck in history. 😉

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      1. Oh yes that’s important! Please let her know I liked her poem 😊

        You’re lucky to be surrounded by wonderful scenery and photo opportunities. It’s all a bit urban chic where I am 😄

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      2. I remember I had one really bad teaching day in Ljubljana and I was moping around and I chanced upon this lovely art shop that had the most wonderful wares and the girl who ran it was really friendly and it lifted my day from that point on. Funny, I always remember that. I still have the brushes I bought from there 😄

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  2. A beautiful recognition of your friend, Manja, As for not being able to “go home” again, I agree. Even if the town hasn’t changed, you have. Still, I can’t help but feel a bit nostalgic when I visit my old haunts. –Curt

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    1. Thank you, Curt. It is incredibly interesting to return, and never as expected. Places change in size, sound, smell, the works. Compared to these, every time will now be a grand old time. Aren’t we lucky.

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      1. Lucky indeed. I’ll be attending my 60th high school reunion this coming week back in my old hometown area if Covid and Forest fires aren’t too bad. I suspect that there will be a lot of old people there. Grin. Curt

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    1. Thank you, Emille! I don’t know which ruins you mean. There is one monument in this post, on (still functioning) hayrack, and a couple of restaurants. Which part made you think any of this was a ruin? Maybe the cut trees in the last photo?

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