{"id":5499,"date":"2020-10-18T10:00:41","date_gmt":"2020-10-18T08:00:41","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/newedgemagazine.com\/?p=5499"},"modified":"2020-10-15T16:45:39","modified_gmt":"2020-10-15T14:45:39","slug":"us-record-of-ljubljana","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/newedgemagazine.com\/index.php\/us-record-of-ljubljana\/","title":{"rendered":"Us – Record of Ljubljana"},"content":{"rendered":"
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You and me. We have known each other our whole lives, when we were little, you wove knots in my hair when I slept, because you were bored, because you could never sleep after lunch. Perhaps just because you had shorter hair, but you\u2019ve always been my best friend.<\/p>\n

Together, as little girls, we discovered the world, competed over who knows more foreign words, when we got tired of this game, we invented our own language, that only the two of us could understand. On summer afternoons, we ate ice cream in a room full of books, always the same ice cream from the “Ljubljana Dairy”. Do you remember when we read this in one of the books? \u00bbYou have so many stories. You hide secrets within yourself that you revealed only to those who dared to hear and see them. You give every person a chance to get to know you, some people stay forever, those who don’t understand you leave, maybe someday they will return. Only a few have been with you from the beginning. You are small but full of life, surrounded by majestic walls that give you strength and energy, when the wind blows the sun shines in your heart. You are beautiful. Yes, you!…..you, my city, my Ljubljana.\u00ab And it really is ours, Ljubljana.<\/p>\n

The city where we grew up, the place where we both fell in love for the first time, the place where we went to school and to ballet classes, in the winter months we often \u00bbplayed hooky\u00ab when the skating rink opened for the first time at Congress Square, do you remember? We both left our city, went out into the world, but we both returned.<\/p>\n

Now grown up, we’ve changed, now we each have our own careers, each our own life, new love, new views of the world. But we still laugh together. We still listen to rock and dance in the rain. We still drink coffee from porcelain cups and saucers and never \u00bbsave\u00ab special clothes just for special occasions. We still know our secret language and we are still from Ljubljana, a rare, endangered species. Women from Ljubljana. \u00bbLjubljan\u010danka\u00ab … No, I don’t croak like those from Ljubljana are often accused of doing and no, I don’t sit in cafes all day and drink coffee, I’m not spoiled and sublime, I’m not afraid to get my hands dirty and have dirt under my fingernails and I know that cows are not purple. I read, I listen to music, I know everything about medicinal herbs I gather on the weekends, when hiking in the mountains, I know how to cook, I dance, it’s not true that I don’t want to go anywhere, that I’m lazy, I go, but on my bike rather than by car because I see more, I hear the quiet whispers of hidden streets where you can’t go by car. I love nice things, I eat lunch on my great aunt\u2019s china that she inherited from her grandmother, but that doesn\u2019t mean I won\u2019t eat from paper plates at picnics. I don’t go to the open market in a tracksuit on Saturday, I get dressed up, I put on red lipstick even if I just take out the trash and I go to the mountains with earrings, so what if I do? I dream, I laugh, I chase the sun and yes, I enjoy life!<\/p>\n

Midve. Poznava se \u017ee celo \u017eivljenje, ko sva bili \u0161e \u010disto majhni si mi ti v lase pletla vozle, ko sem spala, kar tako, ker ti je bilo dolg\u010das, ker ti, nikoli nisi mogla po kosilu spati. Mogo\u010de tudi zato, ker si imela kraj\u0161e lase, ampak ti si bila vedno moja najbolj\u0161a prijateljica. <\/span><\/p>\n

Skupaj sva kot majhni deklici odkrivali svet, tekmovali katera zna ve\u010d tujih besed, ko sva se naveli\u010dali te igre sva si izmislili svoj jezik, nih\u010de ga ni razumel, samo midve. Ob poletnih popldnevih sva v sobi polni knjig jedli sladoled, vedno isti slodoled iz Ljubljanskih mlekarn. Se spomni\u0161, ko sva v eni izmed knjih prebrali to? \u00bbTi si polna zgodb. V sebi skriva\u0161 skrivnosti, ki jih razkrije\u0161 samo tistemu, ki se jih upa sli\u0161ati in videti. Vsakemu \u010dloveku da\u0161 mo\u017enost, da te spozna, nekateri ostanejo za ve\u010dno, tisti ki te ne razumejo odidejo, mogo\u010de se kdaj \u0161e vrnejo, a le redki so s teboj \u017ee od za\u010detka. Majhna si, a polna \u017evljenja, obkro\u017eena z veli\u010dastnimi stenami, ki ti dajejo energijo, ko zapiha veter v tvojem srcu posije sonce. Lepa si. Ja, ti!…ti moja Ljubljana.\u00ab In res je najina, Ljubljana. <\/span><\/p>\n

Mesto v katerem sva odra\u0161\u010dali, mesto v katerem sva obe o\u010dutili prvo ljubezen, mesto v katerem sva hodili v \u0161olo in na balet, ki sva ga \u00bb\u0161pricali\u00ab pozimi, ko so na Kongresnem trgu prvi\u010d postavili drsali\u0161\u010de, se spomni\u0161? Obe sva \u0161li v svet, zapustili sva najino mesto, a obe sva se vrnili nazaj. <\/span><\/p>\n

Spremenili sva se, odrasli sva, zdaj imava vsaka svojo slu\u017ebo, vsaka svoje \u017eivljenje, novo ljubezen, nove poglede na svet. A \u0161e vedno se smejiva. \u0160e vedno poslu\u0161ava rock in ple\u0161eva v de\u017eju. \u0160e vedno pijeva kavo iz najlep\u0161ih skodelic in nikoli ne \u00bb\u0161parava\u00ab lepih oblek samo za posebne prilo\u017enosti. \u0160e vedno znava najin izmi\u0161ljen jezik in \u0161e vedno sva Ljubljan\u010danki, redka, izumirajo\u010da vrsta. Ljubljan\u010danka…Ne, ne kvakam in ne, ne sedim cel dan po kavicah, nisem razvajena in vzvi\u0161ena, ni me strah da bi si umazala roke in imela zemljo za nohti in ja vem, da krava ni vijoli\u010dna. Berem, poslu\u0161am glasbo, vem vse o zdravilnih zeli\u0161\u010dih, ki jih nabiram med vikendi, nekje v visokogorju, znam kuhat, ple\u0161em, ne ni res, da se mi ne da nikamor, grem, ampak raje s kolesom, kot z avtom, ker tako vidim ve\u010d, sli\u0161im tih \u0161epet skirtih ulic, kamor z avtom ne mora\u0161. Rada imam lepe stvari, kosilo jem na kro\u017enikih moje stare tete, ki jih je podedovala od svoje babice, ampak to ne pomeni da na pikniku ne bom jedla iz papirnatih kro\u017enikov. V soboto ne grem na tr\u017enico v trenirki, ja zrihtam se, tudi \u010de nesem ven samo smeti si ustnice nama\u017eem z rde\u010do \u0161minko in ja v hribe grem z uhani, pa kaj pol? Sanjam, smejim se, lovim sonce in ja, u\u017eivam \u017eivljenje!<\/span><\/p>\n

Julia Kaja Hrovat, 2020 Zapis o Ljubljani<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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Photo: Yeremie Pierre Noir<\/a><\/div>\n
MUA: Tanita Seifert<\/a><\/div>\n
clothes & text: Julia Kaja Hrovat<\/a><\/div>\n
models: C.P. in\u00a0\u017e.\u0161.<\/div>\n
place: thanks to BIG NOSE<\/a><\/div>\n
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