Divorce Day Mad Dwarf
20 years Ljubljana The divorce day garden dwarf. He arrived in a new car. Arrogant, hollow and heartless. The dwarf was closing the gate that he had destroyed himself some time ago. At that moment it flew over to the windscreen of the new car, rebounded and landed on the asphalt surface. It was a long loop, drawing an arc of time – and this short - long arc defined the end of love
Ex – Axe1995 Berlin She was the first woman that I let move in with me. All my friends thought I needed to learn to let people in more. After a few months of her moving in, I was offered to travel to the US. She could not come with me. We said goodbye tearfully at the airport with assurance she could not survive three weeks without me. As I returned after three weeks, she said: «I fell in love with someone else. I know her for 4 days but I know that she gives me all what you cannot give me.» I was banal and asked about her plans regarding our life and living together. As the next day she still had no answer, I kicked her out. She went immediately with her new girlfriend on holiday while her furniture stayed with me. Not knowing what to do with my anger, I bought finally at Karstadt this axe to blow off some steam and to give her at least a small feeling of loss – which she did not have obviously after losing the relationship with me. In the 14 days of her holidays I started to axe one piece of her furniture a day. The leftovers I let stand there, as an expression of my inner condition. The more her room became filled with chopped up furniture, and therefore looked like I was feeling, I was starting to get better. Two weeks after she was kicked out, she came to take the furniture. It was neatly arranged into small heaps and fragments of wood. She took that trash and left my apartment for the last time. The axe is lifted to a therapeutic instrument.
An under-knee prothetic limbspring 1992 Zagreb In a Zagreb hospital I met a beautiful, young and ambitious social worker from the Ministry of Defense. When she helped me to get certain materials, which I, as a war invalid, needed for my under-knee prosthesis, the love was born. The prosthesis endured longer than our love. It was made of better material!
"A museum dedicated to broken hearts has recently been founded in Croatia. Author's of the concept Olinka Vištica and Drazen Grubišić decided to set up the museum after consoling friends over their failed romances.The museum has everything from romantic and touching letters to different gifts given to lovers like teddy bears and photos, but also such unusual examples as leg prothesis donated by a war veteran who fell in love with his physiotherapist or a gall stone. Every single object on display is anonymous, and has a short description of the item related to the relationship that was behind. That's why it could be therapeutic for those with newly broken hearts."
1 comment:
absolutely not i do not have enough shoes.
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