All this happened on the way to the cemetery. Doors are where you see them, just don’t look too closely: those of Italy are closed yet and now Slovenia is about to close its doors as well.
We used to do it on November 1st, The Day of the Dead, but since I’m here now and won’t be then, mom and I went on a stroll to the Žale Cemetery in Ljubljana to visit one half of my ancestors (and then father jumped out of the hedge and scared us).
On the way we passed: one church with hidden doors, one ACAB playground with goals for doors, one hateful line, one hopeful line, and then we reached the cemetery where most doors are permanently shut, including those of more than 1000 graves of Italian soldiers who died here in the Second World War.
So on one hand we have an appeal to stop the migrants and on the other promised growth of human rights. I just hope there won’t be a war over it.