It seems idyllic
We are in Ljubljana today and tomorrow, 14 & 15 April 2014, passing through Slovenia on our way to six-months in Germany; it will be research, more or less, for me, a pilgrimage, more or less, for Patrice. Patrice’s mother lived her adolescence and teen-age years in WWII Berlin; her father escaped Germany in 1938.
Until I revisit Suzdal, the Balkans provide sufficient sense of done to death by definition. I had described in an earlier post Balkan crossroads and town squares commemorating massacres. One keeps stumbling over others. My grandparent, Francis Grivic and Frank Lavrich, two Slovenian peasants immigrated to Joliet, Illinois, in 1905. [Read more...]