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| I board the //Liburnija,// the ship from Rijeka to Split, and sleep on deck under the stars, contemplating the many possibilities of a boat as a platform for being playful. The ship’s bar hosts a strange assortment of characters. All the bartenders are tall, have moustaches, and wear black and white suits. They look like they escaped from a communist jazz band from the times when Yugoslavia still existed. An inconspicuous picture on the wall of the Pope, who had once travelled on this same vessel. | I board the //Liburnija,// the ship from Rijeka to Split, and sleep on deck under the stars, contemplating the many possibilities of a boat as a platform for being playful. The ship’s bar hosts a strange assortment of characters. All the bartenders are tall, have moustaches, and wear black and white suits. They look like they escaped from a communist jazz band from the times when Yugoslavia still existed. An inconspicuous picture on the wall of the Pope, who had once travelled on this same vessel. |
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| Arriving in Split to a purple sunrise, the colours of the city blow my mind. Papers on the pavement seem to be inviting me to a “Broken Hearts Club”… This is an old port town; palm trees, royalty, old Balkan Illyrian connections, mysterious encounters, ancient architecture and stonework. Every morning the whole city, it seems, comes out to bathe in the sea. | Arriving in Split to a purple sunrise, the colours of the city blow my mind. Torn posters on the pavement seem to be inviting me to a “Broken Hearts Club”… This is an old port town; palm trees, royalty, old Balkan Illyrian connections, mysterious encounters, ancient architecture and stonework. Every morning the whole city, it seems, comes out to bathe in the sea. |
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| Another is Liburn Jupolli, a sound artist doing weird experiments with old instruments and re-appropriating them into [[http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=56u1RWHbWZE|sound-sculptures]]. These artists welcome me and show me round the building where I have so many memories -- a place called Boro and Ramiz, the Prishtina symbol for the Yugoslavian connection between the different Kosovar populations. (Serbian Boro and Kosovar-Albanian Ramiz were World War II comrades who died in battle together, becoming a symbol of brotherly partisan friendship.) | Another is Liburn Jupolli, a sound artist doing weird experiments with old instruments and re-appropriating them into [[http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=56u1RWHbWZE|sound-sculptures]]. These artists welcome me and show me round the building where I have so many memories -- a place called Boro and Ramiz, the Prishtina symbol for the Yugoslavian connection between the different Kosovar populations. (Serbian Boro and Kosovar-Albanian Ramiz were World War II comrades who died in battle together, becoming a symbol of brotherly partisan friendship.) |
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| Since the last Kosovar-Serbian war the building has served as a parking lot, but //Prishtinë -- mon amour// have re-appropriated the space as a venue for sweet performances that sound like Sonic Youth gigs at their best. Some girls are putting up stickers on traffic lights and walls with the motto, “never stop loving.” Finding this in the city where I was born is like discovering a treasure on my pilgrimage of love. I determine to never stop loving, no matter how close to despair. | Since the last Kosovar-Serbian war the building has served as a parking lot, but //Prishtinë -- mon amour// have re-appropriated the space as a venue for sweet performances that sound like Sonic Youth gigs at their best. Some girls are putting up stickers on traffic lights and walls with the motto, “never stop loving.” Finding this in the city where I was born is like discovering a treasure on my pilgrimage of love. I determine to never stop loving, no matter how close to despair. |
| and I need not fear the road\\ | and I need not fear the road\\ |
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for in my heart I carry the treasures of this world// |
for in my heart I carry the treasures of this world// |
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