Posts Tagged ‘Serbia’

St Sava

Posted 26 Nov 2008 — by sarah
Category Journeys

The Serbians are building the biggest Orthodox church in the world.

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St Sava in Belgrade is a huge space made of concrete.  It lacks the peaceful feeling of other holy places I’ve visited, but that could be down to the ongoing building works.

A mason is electrically chiselling a white marble capital for one of the columns, creating an arabesque pattern of foliage and the face of a low-ranking angel.  Lions, elephants and eagles are carved along the arches.

It seems like an amazing thing to do to carve out a place of worship like this – or to carve out a country, which has happened here repeatedly.

Belgrade

Posted 26 Nov 2008 — by sarah
Category Journeys

Tito’s mausoleum in Belgrade is known as the House of Flowers -Kuća cvijeća/Kuća cveća. The taxi driver tells me it is also known as the 25th May, the Yugoslav leader’s birthday.

‘ As a child, I took part in these displays’ he tells me, ‘ you see them now in China and North Korea, like gymnastics.’

‘Were you proud?’ I ask.   Screwing up his face he can’t remember, ‘Just that we had to practise for months, three or four.’

The tomb itself is white marble with Tito’s name and dates in gold, Roman letters.  It’s in an upmarket suburb of the city, in a secluded, wooded spot which is dripping wet like everything else in the heavy rain.  There are pictures of boys and girls in ironed white sports uniforms raising their arms and legs in unison to honour the head of state.

Around two-hundred-and-fifty batons are also on display.  Thousands were handed to Tito as part of an annual Yugoslavian relay race for his birthday.  They’re from cities, sports clubs, the Cycling Union of Macedonia, the Builders of the Fraternity-Unity Highway, the People of Croatia among others.

There are carved wooden batons, painted batons, one made from shells, one with scissors and a needle, one a miniature silver tank.

The final one in 1987 – after Tito’s death – was made from plexiglass with eight red blood-like drops.  “It could augur the beginning of blood shed in the region” is the curator’s comment.

Central Belgrade – themechanicalturk

Portrait / Landscape

Posted 25 Nov 2008 — by sarah
Category Journeys

Travelling by train you feel right in the landscape of a country, the routes tend to be less built over than road routes.   Riding through the snowy mountains of Bulgaria and Serbia with the thin firs coated white on one side just a few feet away is almost tactile.  It’s like you can feel it as well as see it.

Night time in a worn out little sleeping car is less fun. It can be claustrophobic to have nothing to look at but the tatty walls and your own face reflected back at you in the darkened windows.

Once it’s light, the vista opens up again.  With the day you are right back in the frame and at a human level. You can see the people on the platforms, see their mouths move as they say and kiss goodbye.