Monday, August 25, 2014

Vrh nad Peski

I was in that area before, last year, and that evening Ž called the rescuers because I hadn’t come home before evening. This year I told him that I would be home in the evening, for sure not before, and I also sent him a few messages during my walks on the paths where some of the fiercest battles during the I. World War took place.
Under the mountain called Vrh nad Peski (a rough translation of this name would be The Peak above the Sands) huts for the soldiers were built, and the remnants of the wood could still be seen although it is mostly buried under the sand and rocks. Pieces of shells lie everywhere as well as empty cans and other, sometimes not recognizable objects. On the path under the peak of my final destination were also a few bullets. Some still whole, some smashed.
On the other side of the mountain used to be a huge graveyard; most bodies were later exhumed and buried in the valley. On my path I could also see numerous human bones. People carry these things home, therefore I was lucky to find some bullets at all; I don’t dare to pick one stone and take it home, yet anything made by human. Let those things lie there; I believe that’s where they belong. After all, they are covered with human blood.
To me the whole area looked like a mockery of nature, because alpine flowers were growing everywhere. There was at least one for every soldier who had had to be there involuntarly and at least ten of them for every soldier who had died on those steep slopes.
I hope to return to those places. Although it is not very pleasant to see all those remnants of the war, it is very beautiful there. And the view is magnificent, too; I could see all the way to the sea. Or one would brag: I could see all the way to Venice. Well, perhaps that city was Venice which I could see through my binoculars; who knows?

Friday, August 22, 2014

The happiest days in my life (part 2)

I should have known. At your age, in a string of days the year is gone. But in that space of time, it takes so long.
~ How you’ve grown by 10,000 Maniacs

And in fact, I called Adam one day from Finland and indeed, I traveled all that way to London (though, this was never the plan) where he waited for me on 22th August. It was also hard to believe that I had a chance to sleep in a home of an unknown person (Adam’s friend) in the center of London!

The next day we drove to Derby to visit his mom Sandra and later on to Liverpool where I spent a few days with him, and of course, had those promised pancakes, too. While I was staying there I got to know a different life from the one that I lived at home. I felt alive! You know, Penny Lane and Strawberry Fields ... and lots of people telling me how lucky I was. Sure I was!

I am only sorry that we didn’t end our relationship then, that August. Instead he came to visit me in Slovenia and I stayed with him in the UK over Christmas and a New Year. I came back home in tears. We just lived too far away from each other and we were too different to be happy together. But nevermind, with that single hug and one fleeting kiss he brought immense happiness into my life for just a moment. And that counts more than anything else that happened between us after that.

I wonder what you’re doing today, Adam G. M. I hope that you are happy and that you have many good reasons to smile every single day of your life.

Monday, August 18, 2014

Bogatin, a place where a treasure is hidden

Sometimes my legs feel like stones, and my hikes are far from pleasant because of this. I also don’t like strong winds and clouds that roll over the mountains while I am there. Indeed, I didn’t continue my last planned tour, I turned back. One more tick on my list, although there should have been two. It was a hard day, and I can’t really tell, why.
This was last year - a fox waiting to get some food when I was taking a break at the hut:
This year there was the same unpleasant keeper of the mountain hut but no fox. The remnants of the human stupidity, called the I. World War, were everywhere. So many young guys had to die because of one man who decided that there should be war. And he even didn’t live long enough so that he could see how many people had to die and suffer because of his signature on one single piece paper.
I’ve made plans for my next hikes, there are still so many places I have to go to. I just hope my legs will be lighter then, much lighter, and that weather will be nicer, much nicer.

Tuesday, August 12, 2014

The happiest days in my life (part 1)

These are days you’ll remember. Never before and never since, I promise, will the whole world be warm as this. And as you feel it, you’ll know it’s true that you are blessed and lucky.
~ These are Days* by 10,000 Maniacs
Yesterday has been 20 years since the day I met Adam. I stayed in Gjeste Bu in Lillehammer and I was very brave in the eyes of my dad because I decided to travel around Europe alone. Though, at first I wanted to go to the USA to one of the children’s camps and work there over the summer. Actually I was accepted to go but in the last moment I canceled it, bought an Interrail ticket and took a tour through the northern European countries instead. The path took me through Denmark, Norway, Sweden, Finland, and finally through Germany, Holland, Belgium and France to the UK. I still wonder who was waiting for me over the Atlantic Ocean.

Gjeste Bu was a wonderful hostel, different from all the others I visited that August (well, except the ship hostel Af Chapman in Stockholm). I was writing my diary that day while two guys and two girls were chatting on the beds next to mine. Later I was told that the girls were from Holland, Mike was from Australia and Adam “the Boy” was from the UK. The guys wrote a few lines into my diary, both inviting me to visit them. Well, actually Adam later asked me to add something and it was an invitation to meet him the next day in Oslo at the central station.
In your reckless mind, you act as if you’ve got more lives. In your reckless eyes, it’s never too late for a chance to seize some final breath of freedom.
~ Noah’s Dove* by 10,000 Maniacs
He was far from what I call(ed) “the perfect man” but anyway I appeared there, on 12th August 1994, in front of the McDonald’s in Oslo. Was I naïve or just bold? More curious than anything else. I had to go to Oslo anyway. He was there, too. He prepared lunch for us – strawberry yogurt mixed with broken chocolate pieces and a banana. We were sitting on the floor (which was a little bit weird) and later on the steps in front of the station. He talked a lot but I could hardly understand his accent. He was from Derby, living in Liverpool. Another invitation came, written down into my diary, to visit him in Liverpool for the pancakes with peaches and cream.

We said farewell a bit later when he had to catch a train to the place where he stayed then. Farewell, yes; I expected a “goodbye” and a wave with his hand but instead he hugged me and didn’t let me go. We were embraced almost a minute and then, when he let me go, he kissed me, quickly, on my lips. I said goodbye, turned around and never looked back because my cheeks were so red and I was very, very embarrassed. But in that moment my life changed forever. I saw the whole world in a different light. I was simply happy. I have never been happier before or ever since. Sad, isn’t it? This feeling of happines lasted only about a month (or two?), the pressure from an everyday society (parents) was just too strong.

* Songs I played over and over again from that summer on, strongly believing that miracles do happen. And I still believe they do.

Wednesday, July 16, 2014

The best of Europe in 2014

It is good to see Ljubljana among the Lonely Planet's 10 best travel destinations in Europe. :-)

Friday, June 27, 2014

Guardian of the mountain nature

One day in winter I found a call for applications for the guardians of the mountain nature. I have no idea why I found this good, but I applied for it. So I spent three weekends with 20 other pupils, each time in another mountain hut. It is true that I had known more than half of what I heard but it was good to hear other perspectives, too. Most of my schoolfriends were rather boring, maybe because all of them (except Ž who was my schoolfriend, too) were sent to the course by their mountaineering society.
I have no idea how I will be able to help to protect the mountain nature but I am sure that this chance will eventually come. If nothing else I can warn people not to bath in the Alpine lakes or pick the plants in the national park. It is tempting, I know, but it is forbidden. Do we really have to destroy everything just for our pleasure?

I still have an essay to write, and for this reason I will have to go to the mountains quite often. Which is, of course, a pleasure even when I think of it now.

Tuesday, May 6, 2014

A guitarist

When life is good then we have to make the best of the time we have. One of the things I am busy with at the moment is also learning how to play a guitar. I attended a guitar course a couple of years ago but then we only learnt how to play the chords. This time we are learning how to read the tabs and try to play the guitar this way, which is quite more complicated but far more fun.
I have to say that our young teacher Nina is very patient with us. My fingers are sore from an everday playing but it is well worth it. If I tell you that I spend at least one hour a day playing guitar then you know everything. It feels like magic!

Monday, April 28, 2014

You would be mine

In March I met a man who is a descendant of one of the famous aristocratic, blue blooded families. He gave me his book about the Slovenian mythology as a present. It’s an interesting read but it takes a lot of time to go through the small letters and absorb so much information.
I met this man once again about a week ago. He brought me a crate of beer which he brews, and he said to me, looking frankly into my eyes: “If you didn’t have a boyfriend, you would be mine.” Without any doubt the domineering blood of his ancestors runs through his veins! And what I find it very interesting is this that the Universe keeps sending me men who are Lions, or their Ascendants are in the Lion, all the time (well, Ž is an exception). I just wonder why. Would the Lion be a perfect match for me or just another difficult trial in my life?

Thursday, April 24, 2014

Spring fever

Not only people, also cats become tired in spring.
I have a photo of my garden which was taken recently. But I won’t publish it because the garden looks really dreadful in it. As the landscape where I live keeps subsiding (mostly because of the new house constructions - four houses are usually build on a place where only one should stand; this is also a reason why my garden is so small) we had to put a new layer of soil in our garden. This means that a new grass had to be sown. Now the future grass is covered by a veil, so that the seeds are not eaten by the sparrows. As this veil is warm also when it’s cold, Pikec loves sleeping on it. Though, I hope that April rain will soon make our garden green and nice again.

Tuesday, April 22, 2014

German language

I learnt German in the secondary school. It was a pity that I didn’t like the language because we had quite many hours of German then. Although I had the highest grades I never really learnt it properly. I understand most of it in an everyday conversation but I’ve never tried to speak or write it. Most people can speak English, so I usually help myself with it. They speak German and I speak English. It works alright.
But when I am trying to apply for different kinds of jobs, fluently speaking German is very often a demand (probably also to make a selection, not because it would be actually indispensable for the job itself). That’s why I applied for a German course. I am glad that I am not the only one there who stutters and seeks the correct words to form a sentence (besides, we are all unemployed in our group). But I am not very sure that I will be able to speak German fluently after this course. In any case I will try to do the best I can.