Third day in Jabuka

Third day in Jabuka, with our laptops and locals,the day, when DADA maestro Massimo has left us on oour own, of course the technical problems with dataarchive have begun.
Some of us spent most of the day at internet caffe in nerby city of Pančevo, the others by shopping materials needed for our actin in the village.Various nations and cultures ere strangely mixed here in Vojvodina area. Therefore we can hear except Serbian and Macedonian also Slovak,hungarian,sometimes Romanian and German language…but it is more question of memory after resettling after the 2nd world war.President Tito was the one ,who invited nations from whole Yugoslavia to settle here in empty houses of Germans,and so the mixture of nations, languages and letters started again. Vojvodina lowland area was always rich in crops of cereals and corn, and therefore it was called barn of Europe. You can hardly meet phenomenon of europanism, as new nationalism is waking up from dust again, thanks to fear of loosing their identity , possib le tornado is maybe coming. On the walls of old socialistic dreams, the fashionable graffiti of latin and cyrilic screams of Serbian oportunism are showing their teeth. Dragan s mother beked beans on pan for us and gravče na tavče, and this macedonian speciality changed taste of the day. Evening has changed usual daily shoping activity into concentrated work in the house of Stojcevski family. Later their friends brought in melodies and passion of Great Macedonian empire-promissed land, from where majority of Jabuka inhabitants came…
4.5. terrible, rainy atmosphere, bot not a single drop of water fall on thirsty, dusty-hot fields around. Today is the anniversary of Tito s death, some still remembering sadly…
We spent our day by preparations for evening event for the locals.In the cultural house was few guests , gathered by curiosity. Originnal idea to organise the event in the park outside was pushed inside by windy and cold weather. Projection, using footage from Romanian week long journey was helping to understand to our idea, and soon the atmosphere was loose enough for singing of glagolic song and backpipe player, followed by group singing.Few kids joined creation –cutting out of the foil, the letters chosen by the locals, which our cars will bring on the surface of our blue Transit, to their homeland, representing Jabuka village during our journey. We were singing, dancing and drinking together, and last action was home-made,hand-made greeting from Vojvodina Macedonians to Macedonians inOhrid lake area. Where some of them still keep their roots. Falling asleep with Jovanka song, full of sadness, memories of the day, and evening together in our heads.
Light darkness…