Akumulačky

photographs by vikky.salmon

7:16

we are setting of in the direction of Sopot.

To see sea.

Temperature inside of the train equals to that of the temperature of the air outside.

They have switched the heating on,

the fields are slowly evaporating.

The sun is rising. Something stinks.

What's that?

Something like those electric heaters in our old house.

That fine sense of mustyness in the surrounding air.

Fellow passengers are being reflected in the manner just like us, 

when we were travelling back home from seeing Muller.

xxx

7:16 

vyrazili sme smer Sopot.

Pozrieť more.

Teplota vo vlaku sa rovná teplote vzduchu von.

Začínajú kúriť, 

polia sa vyparujú.

Svitá. Zapácha.

Čo to?

Niečo ako akumulačky v starom dome.

Ta jemná potuchlina v ovzduší.

Odrazy spolucestujúcich, tak, ako keď sme sa vracali z kulturáku od Mullera.

19102015

2_dva

photographs by vikky.salmon

On and off.

Blue and red.

Back and forth.

On the move.

Changing.

xxx

Zapnuté a vypnuté.

Modrá a červená.

Vpred a vzad.

V pohybe.

Mení sa.

06102015

TOK

photographs by vikky.salmon

For all the nights we've spent out there.

Inside the constructivist cube.

Thank you!

xxx

Za všetky tie noci strávené von, na betónovom nádvorí.

V konštruktivistickej kocke.

Ďakujem!

23092015

Here and now

I am not going to go on about 

*how I let this place die

*how I denied its importance

*how I miss receiving constructive criticism

*how I realised that nothing will ever be perfect.

The process is the outcome.

photographs by vikkysalmon

Well hey, maybe I'm back, maybe ain't, maybe it's just temporary.

It's the here and now I want to share.

I have revisited a beloved place, a city I used to live in, and met up with people I got to know there.

Without there, that, them, many others wouldn't have come.

I know I am being too abstract, and trust me, that scares the shit out of people.

Some accept it, 

others don't, 

and I am stuck thinking about it, 

leading timely internal monologues with myself.

I ain't an introvert. It's just that sometimes there is nothing to talk about.

I am not much of a fan of small talk.

Greetings, hugs, love, kisses and smiles!

xxx

Takže takto: možno som späť, možno nie, možno je to len dočasné.

Chcem sa však podeliť o to, čo je tu a teraz.

Dala som si výlet do milovaného mesta, kde som kedysi bývala, 

stretla ľudí, ktorých som tam spoznala.

Bez toho, tam, ich, by sa v mojom živote neobjavilo veľa iných.

Viem, že píšem a správam sa príliš abstraktne, verte mi, dostáva to ľudí do úzkych a spúšťa obranné mechanizmy.

Niektorí to akceptujú,

iní nie,

a mne ostáva o tom len premýšľať, 

a viesť zdĺhavé vnútorné monológy.

Nie som introvert. Niekedy len niet o čom.

Nie som zástancom všedných rozhovorov.

Posielam virtuálne pozdravy, objatia a úsmevy!

03082015

Cestou k babke

postcards by vikky.salmon

high quality GIF here

Once upon a time, when we travelled from a town to another,

we focused closely on what was going on behind the window.

We stalked storks, wanting to know whether they've nested already.

We also kept out eyes on the lake. The one lake on our way.

We needed to know, whether it has frozen already.

If yes, we also needed to know whether the young aspiring hockey players managed to get going.

That was our pastime on our way to visit grandma.

Now I look at lakes from above,

hear my mums voice telling me, how much ice-skating she has done when she was young.

Other winter games were different to the way we know them today too.

Nobody cared about not having the right waterproof jackets or trousers.

It didn't matter that you were completely wet in a few moments, all that mattered was the fun.

I like sledging a lot, however I"m terified of ice-skating.

You won't therefore get me to come over for some ice-skating to a pond.

However I can depict it on postcards for you.

And I hope it is going to ignite memories.

xxx 

Keď sme cestovali z mesta do mesta,

najskôr úzkou cestou a potom širokou,

skupinovo sme sledovali, čo sa deje za šibami.

Kukali sme, či už sa tu i tam hmýria bociany, či už postavali hniezdo.

Sledovali sme, či už rybník zamrzol.

Ak áno, či sa na ňom odohrávajú najdôležitejšie extraligové zápasy v stredoslovenskom hokeji.

Cesta k babke tak vždy rýchlo prefrčala a my sme sa zabavili.

Teraz sa tak dívam na rybníky z hora, 

počujem maminin hlas a to, ako mi hovorí, koľko toho ona za mladi nakorčuľovala.

Vraj aj sánkovačka bola čosi iné čo dnes.

No a čo, že nemali otepľovačky a iné nepremokavé oblečky.

Sánkovali sa o dušu, aj keď boli po pár minútach mokrí ako myši.

Sánkovačku môžem, korčúľ sa však bojím.

Takže na jazero ma nedostanete, ale nakresliť vám ho nakreslím. 

Aspoň takto na pozdravy.

Dúfam, že vyvolajú spomienky.

05*12*2014