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Museum of Broken Relationships
The most exciting addition to the Croatian capital’s cultural scene offers something different, and is a break with tradition. It is a collection of items that everyone can actually identify with. They are housed in the Museum of Broken Relationships, whose entire collection is made up of objects remaining in the wake of failed relationships, or in some cases, after death.
If they were just showcasing old boots, airsickness bags and fluffy toys then the collection would amount to nothing more than meaningless bric-a-brac. But the sometimes heart-rending tales or even just simple sentences accompanying each item bring it all to life. For example, alongside a French identity card a Slovene has written: “The only thing left of a great love was citizenship.” One woman, who gave an axe, recounts how she used it to chop her girlfriend’s furniture into tiny pieces when she left her. The ex collected the remains and “the axe was promoted to a therapy instrument.”
From Switzerland someone has donated an unopened packet containing a candy G-string. “He turned out to be as cheap and shabby as his presents.” Among the most moving of all the items, inevitably, are some related to the bloody collapse of Yugoslavia. One is a love letter written by a boy to a girl he met in a convoy of vehicles while being evacuated from Sarajevo under siege in 1992. He never got to give it to her but he never forgot her either. Another is a prosthetic foot given by a man who lost his own one during the Croatian war. He fell in love with the social worker who helped him obtain certain things he needed but comments, “the prosthesis endured longer than our love. It was made of sturdier material!” - Art of Remembering: That was then | The Economist
Please tell me that I’m not the only single person who isn’t afraid of Valentine’s Day. Love doesn’t stop at romance. A person who doesn’t know any other kind of love other than romantic love must be a very sad person.
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I spent some time with my ninong (godfather/godparent) and his family today. Unlike most Filipinos, I am actually close with this ninong. He’s not just a ‘Christmas ninong’ — I actually consider him as my second dad. My family had dinner with him, his wife, and his cute eight-year old son that I treat like a younger brother. Last week, I told them how stressed I was with college and work. They called me around lunch time and told me that they wanted to have dinner with me and my family. Although I was dead tired, I still went to see them and we spent several hours talking with each other. I also made paper boats for Jam (their son). It sucks because I used to know a lot of origami art, but now all I can do are silly little boats. I also taught him ‘twenty peso bill tricks’: finding the ghost, making Quezon smile and frown, and transforming Quezon into Batista. Lol. In the end he went around and showed the tricks to the waiters in the restaurant. He also taught me pick up lines haha. That cute little boy. I wish I could take him home.
It’s Friday night. I can finally sleep as much as I want to. Good night Tumblr.