Thursday Doors, 6/9/18: Ljubljana Savc

Another Thursday Doors edition that is more about the experience than doors themselves. It takes place in Ljubljana, the capital of Slovenia, where everybody comes lately.

Savc is the term of endearment for Savsko naselje where certain rappers stem from, including my mother. Here are some of them when they took over the orchestra. In one line this Ljubljana neighbourhood is mentioned:

A bi biu u Savcu
a bi si ga dou

(Rather untranslatable. The song is about going back to where you come from and that nothing is the same as it was.)

The other day, as we concluded the X-ray photo shoot of our (respective but similarly painful) feet, my mother took me to see where she grew up.

I don’t know when stuff like this gets seriously entertaining whereas before it was yawn-inducing. My guess is past 40.

And so she took me past new, inhumane building monsters, a colourful basketball court, the library called “Stuff” (where you can borrow – you guess it – stuff rather than books) to a storybook yellow house where we marched straight into the garden to some alarm of a resident. “I used to live here,” she said to the woman who came out of a door. She just smiled. Mother’s eyes told the truth.

She showed me where she used to jump off the garage roof (it was high!), where my visiting uncle presumably read Karl May in a cherry tree, and where she fought with the boys. Basketball came later. And rapping after sixty. There is still time for everything and everybody.

Inhumane. As if robots lived here.

But with a quirky little passage.

“Why are you taking photos of these ugly buildings?” Sign of the times, mom.

Such a cheerful find among the ugliness.

Sad, determined or merely high?

A window. Door people are forgiving.

Library “Reči” which means stuff. And they have it: from skis, skates to kitchen appliances and power tools.

Here it is! I suppose the additions at the top came later but the house is still the same at it ever was.

Mom was not certain if the door remained the same for the last… hm… 60 years.

Such a cute and sunny house. Mom could not recognise any other building in the vicinity. All new.

Mother’s grandparents lived here with all three sons and their families.

Another resident came to greet us.

I suppose the garage is on the left.

A back door.

This photo is like saying Bleeeep you! to the new growths. We’re here to stay and we’re going to fly our stuff.

And grow our tomatoes.

Mom is deep in memories. The house where she grew up. Ljubljana.

I almost missed one.

Mom is emotional but happy. See? If you bust your feet it’s also good for something.

A stylish neighbour for the end.

For Norm Frampton’s Thursday Doors challenge.