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.
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