So, 8th February is a cultural day in Slovenia. Most museums and galleries offer free entrance that day. On that day in 1849 our poet France Prešeren died. Funny, isn’t it, that we are celebrating the death of a man? It is well known that he was a drunkard, he liked juvenile girls, he didn’t take care of his children and he didn’t want to marry their mother. One of his famous poems is our national anthem – although, I would prefer that it wasn’t because too many times I see families destroyed because of the alcohol, I meet too many children with blank and serious looks because their fathers are drunkards.
I found out that on the same day in 1868 an exceptional woman was born. Franja Tavčar was a wife of Slovenian writer Ivan Tavčar. When I read their biographies I realized that he wouldn’t have been as famous as he was if he wasn’t married to her. It is interesting that when there was a voting for women’s rights to vote, he voted No. I can very well imagine that he was afraid of the power of women.
My grand-grandfather Matija worked in Ivan Tavčar's office when he was young. My aunt told me the other day that on their walks he liked to explain her about the buildings in the city center. Well, obviously this is another thing that Matija and I have in common.