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Dr Agata Rogoś
Humboldt Universität zu Berlin
War narratives are highly politicized narratives that can be easily manipulated by those in power, those privileged members of society who want to direct historical perception in a certain way and who attempt to shape collective memory accordingly
(Schellenberg 2016, 14).
This was one of my most complicated projects. It took some ten or twelve years from the first sketches to realization. The monument is dedicated to the Partisans. The two pylons were often interpreted as a Serb and an Albanian figure. In my interactions with the local clients, Serbs and Albanians seemed to work well together; later, I found it very painful when the trouble in Kosovo began.
I wanted to symbolize a gateway or entrance. The main generator for the form was space – the enormous open space with fantastic depth overlooking the city. I explored many different directions before I came up with this version, which stands its own ground against the vast empty space. As it turns out, it now sits precisely on the border between the Serb and Albanian parts of the city (Kulić 2018, 60).
Keep brotherhood and unity
as the apple of own eye
Landovicë, a i pe dy trima?
Landovicë, a të rroki shungullima?
A pe, oj, në pritë –
në luftën që s’e ndanë,
nën plumbat e tradhëtarit
Boro e Ramizi kur ranë?
Me ty lulzoi vllaznimi,
dora dorës iu shtri…
(fragment, Esad Mekuli)
We are one sky
two leaves from the same branch
two little stones from the same water
The clear Bistrica River
two bodies of same blood
pure clean blood of the Dukadjin Mnts
Fingers from the same hand
together we are a bird
I am its right wing
you are its left
My eyes, your eyelashes
your crinkle, my forehead
they speak of roads to the future
they speak of roads to freedom
They gunned us down
we fell from the same bullet –
because, what am I without you
what is one wing
without another wing.
(Adem Gejtani)
Landovica, did you see two brave men?
Landovica, did you feel the shudders?
Have you seen, oj in the hide-away -
in the struggle that they were undivided,
under the bullets of the traitor
Boro and Ramiz when they fell?
With you blossom brotherhood,
hand in hand...
(fragment, Esad Mekuli)
Jedno smo nebo
dva lista s iste grane
dva kamicka iz iste rijeke
Ciste Bistrice
dva tijela iz iste krvi
preciste krvi Dukagjina
prsti sa iste ruke
jedna smo lasta
ja desno krilo njeno
ti njeno lijevo krilo
oci moje tvoje trepavice
tvoji nabori moje celo
pricaju o putevima u budućnost
pricaju o putevima ka slobodi
Pušketaše nas
od istog smo metka pali —
Jer šta sam ja bez tebe
šta je jedno krilo
bez drugog krila.
(Adem Gajtani)