You are walking around Macedonia (why you ask? How should I know, you are walking, not me) and all of a sudden you stumble upon a huge space ship, right there, in the broad daylight, staring you in the face.
You are walking closer to take a peek inside hoping to find Vegita or Kal-El or something and you get really disappointed when you find out it’s just a monument. However, its brutal concrete honesty and deceiving function can only be described as impressive.
But you are already moving on. Prancing around Croatia. And you stop in your tracks when you see … subspace FTL intergalactic communication array.
Again with concrete and visions from the future. Abstract form and crude yet refine outline.
Yet again you are on the move. Not much longer, you hope, huffing and puffing. You should exercise more. And with that thought your eyes gaze upon… Tesla orb of unlimited power. Or something.
Again you are stupefied. But you are getting used to that. You are after all in former Yugoslavia and you have no idea why you are there. Next on you dream sequence soul journey you stumble upon … this.
Next on your stop is more alien structures. No, you are still on Earth. Keep up.
After all that you let a sigh of relief. What the hell did I just saw? You ask yourself. As much as I would like to say they are aliens this are actually war memorials and monuments build during 1960s and 1970s in former Yugoslavia. As a matter of fact they were commissioned by Josip Broz Tito, friendly neighborhood dictator. This were supposed to symbolize everything that socialist republics are supposed be and honor those who fell for it to come to fruition.
So it’s basically communist propaganda?
You ask me full of rightness rage. Well they maybe just that. But can beauty tranced creators motives and stand on its own? After all many artists in the past were nasty characters. Maybe you are nodding now, or maybe you are trying your best not to punch your monitor. I don’t know. But one thing is certain. This figures induce powerful emotions. They are showings us what could have been, what had happened and what might still come to past. There is bloody history, hope for future and rage somehow. This bleak concrete creations are paradox in my eyes. Country which exploded in bloody pieces was young once. Those people had dreams, hopes and fears. And sadly only fears came to be. But this monuments are still there, reminding us that blind optimism is just the start. No matter how beautiful idea is it will never come to pass only on will alone. But even in destruction we find beauty. Just like this last monument on your tour.