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.