Today, I woke up to a beautiful, sunny day in Split, Croatia and thought it was a good day to go take some photos for a style post.
OF COURSE the second we headed outside, rain started pouring down.
Change of plans! We took some photos in a dry doorway instead. More accurately, I made Aki take some photos while Mateo danced around me and jumped in the rain.
At the end of our “photo shoot,” Aki mentioned that the word behind me (SKLONIŠTE) meant “shelter.” Perfect! Right?
Although later it dawned on me that it must actually mean “BOMB shelter.” Aki thinks I’m funny. He just laughed at me and said “Well yeah…what did you think, bunny shelter?” :)
Sigh. Little traces of a sadder time. As I was writing this post, I suddenly wondered if Aki was ever in that very bomb shelter. Sure enough, he has memories of being down there as an 11 year old boy with his family and neighbors.
Croatia is such a beautiful country. It’s all coast with wild nature, clear sea, and lots of islands. These days it’s filled with tourists, cruise ships and yachts from all over the world. It’s moved on, Aki has moved on.
I’m such an emotional person though. Just being here, my emotions well up when I see these glimpses of such a recent war. It’s hard for me to imagine being a child in that time. Or maybe more impossible, to have children during a war. It’s so hard to make sense of these things. I guess it always is.
PS Aki says the “sklonište” is probably used as communal space to celebrate birthday parties these days.
PPS My full (silly) style post will be coming up soon