Ongoing

Starý svet

A zrazu je tu ten čas, keď hľadáme niečo zo starého sveta, v ktorom sme vyrastali. Niečo, čo nám vtedy prišlo trvácne, odveké a teraz je to tak dávno. Chceme lepšie pochopiť samých seba, tak ideme hlbšie. Snažíme sa vyrovnať s tým, čo zaniklo a zvažujeme, čo má zmysel zachovať. Ktoré naratívy nás presahujú skrz národy, skrz čas? No osobne sa nás dotýkajú, akoby v detstve boli úplne samozrejmé, no kde sú? Aby sme mohli chvíľu pri nich spočinúť v medzipriestore času ich len nechať na seba pôsobiť…

Existujú pre mňa (najmä) dve “pramiesta”: osada pár dreveníc na vrchoch Nový Svet, kam od malička chodievam a byt pani Judity v Jeruzaleme, o ktorom od malička počúvam. Naša drevenica schátrala do stavu, keď ju už nie je možné zachrániť, a dom, v ktorom je byt pani Judity, je určený na demoláciu.

The Old World

All of a sudden here comes the time when we are looking for something from the old world in which we grew up. Something that we considered constant, everlasting and now it seems  so long-ago. We want to understand ourselves better, so we go deeper. We try to cope with what ceased to exist and we reflect on what is worth keeping. Which narratives transcend us as a nation over time, and yet they touch us personally, as if they were completely self-evident in our childhood - but where are they now? What if we just want to rest with them and let them impact us in the layover of time? 

There are esspecially two such ancient places in my life: a settlement of a few wooden houses in the mountains called Nový svet (New World) where I have been coming for holiday since I was a child, and Mrs Judita´s apartment in Jerusalem that I have been hearing about since my childhood. Our wooden house has deteriorated to the point when it is beyond saving and Mrs Judita´s apartment is part of a house that is intended for demolition.