Ancestors

It is hard to imagine how many people had to survive in the past that we exist at all today. That is why our lives are so precious. Although sometimes one may wish not to be here at all.My granddad celebrated his 90th birthday last week. His youth wasn't nice, he lived in times of great poverty and he managed to survive the second World War. At the Russian front. 7 out of 100 survived and he was lucky enough to be one of them. He doesn't want to speak about that time, it was too horrible. After the war there was poverty again, shortage of everything, not only food. He chose well when he married my grandmom. Actually they've had a good life for the last 20 years or so. But when you are that old you can never enjoy life at its fullest like when you are young. That's what my granddad told me yesterday when we had a small celebration for his birthday.

Obviously weekend was full of history. I went to see if this one was still there. You can see yourself what was left of it. True beauty was up there on the hills, so different from those grasslands in summer and yet so familiar. It felt good to stretch the legs after such a long time and to see bright sun and blue sky. This fog we have here in Ljubljana during the winter time is so depressing. That's why I made myself a promise to move once more in about 20 years. At least I hope so. To that place where there is no fog in the morning. To where life is merrier and Alpine plants are a few steps away. :)