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.

For Norm Frampton’s Thursday Doors challenge.

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27 thoughts on “Thursday Doors, 6/9/18: Ljubljana Savc

  1. Wonderful that your mom got to walk down memory lane. Even better that her childhood home was still there and recognizable to her!! When I go back to my hometown, it has changed so much that my memories are rather barren there now.

    … and I love that you always seem to include a clothesline. I know that some people consider them unsightly but I love them! They leave me with a feeling of home 🙂

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    1. Thank you, Joanne! 😀 The house is not far at all from my parents’ home, just a few bus stops, but we haven’t yet searched for it together like this. Clotheslines catch my view constantly. 🙂 Usually they improve the scene, in my opinion. Yes, I think they spell home.

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      1. Clotheslines are a rarity here unless you go out into the countryside in small communities. In the cities, they are virtually non-existent and I’ve heard that some communities actually ban them. Stupid, if you ask me. In this day and age of environmental sensitivity, I think it’s just irresponsible not to use free drying from the sun and wind.

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        1. Joanne, interesting that you’d mention this. I’m Australian and a friend of mine move out here from New Hampshire and no one used clothes lines there and it sounded like hanging your washing out was vulgar or something. Sounded so strange to me, and like yourself, I was alarmed at the environmental impact of such attitudes. I’m sure the sunlight is also very good for your clothes and keeping them fresh.
          Best wishes,
          Rowena

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        2. It’s true – it is considered rather vulgar. Stupid, isn’t it?
          That doesn’t stop me from drying my laundry outside whenever possible. There is nothing better than climbing into a bed with fresh sheets dried outside 🙂

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  2. I took my daughter to see my childhood home and neighborhood. Ugly buildings for sure, but great memories. I love the idea of a library for stuff! It was good to see you mom at home.

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  3. It’s always so nostalgic to see a former home and imagine (or hear about) the fun that happened there decades earlier. Our family’s former houses are so far away that we rarely get to venture back. Your mom’s house is very cheerful, which seems fitting to me even though I only know her through her bright smiles in your photos!

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    1. I’m glad you’ve noticed the smile, Lexi. 🙂 I think I might take after her in that regard. But my father has a nice smile too and a yellow house where he was born that I showed here a while ago already. I only discovered it last summer.

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  4. This is terrific. I just took my mom back to her childhood home town and aside from one of the park she played in when she was little, pretty much everything has changed.
    I love warm colour of the light in the last few shots.

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  5. After the sterility of the apartments, it was a relief to see the warm, cheerful yellow of the house. I’ve been back once to the house where I grew up, only to see the outside. But it was relatively the same as was the neighborhood. The farmhouse where my dad’s parents lived is gone, which is a shame, as I’d love to see it again.

    janet

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  6. Manja, I am soooo glad you included the roof from where your mom jumped when she was young. As I was looking through your first few photos and not seeing a ‘doable’ roof (I, too, was a garage roof jumper in my youth!) I was wondering how your mom survived. Glad to see that photo in the middle from a very low, and yes doable roof! What a fun trip down memory lane for you two…and you gathered some doors along the way.

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  7. Thank you for sharing your Mum’s home town with us. It’s interesting what is considered photo worthy, especially in terms of being posted online. However, it’s important to have diversity and home is where the heart is, and all the hoopla isn’t necessary but the icing on the cake.
    Best wishes,
    Rowena

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