|Original photo & digital art by K.K.W|
|1. That first morning, look over the balcony,|
of all the things I felt, jet-lag wasn't one of them.
|2. Bathed in spring rain, Urban-Hostel|
exuded a great feeling.
3. On those streets & Blvd's, every moment
presented something unexpected.
4. Skopje in April is a bit like England; Dorian Grey.
The sun takes a back seat to dark clouds & rain;
the mood is set for almost anything.
5. A sudden burst of color reminded me
of Berlin & Bauhaus;
Partisan Blvd straight to the city center [To the right].
|8. From Bauhaus to their house;|
glass, steel & modern dreams.
|9. Just for moment, I thought it was London.|
Double-decker buses seem out of place, yet normal.
11. For those who crave diversity, the Roma are always about;
at times friendly and yet at times understandably anti-social.
They usually collect card-board boxes,
glass & plastic bottles for recycling, as a means of basic income.
13. Towards 'The City' center, silence
was carefully intermingled with the light.
14. Would the "Sliver Prince"  be proud of their work?
In the wake of sanity...glass, steel
and modern dreams consumed everything.
16. Skopje is a city dying...while being reborn.
Much Like NYC, construction and development
is the latest trendy-beast.
17. Although somewhat-unknown to the rest of the world,
their urban problem is the same as our own;
Zeno's paradox [Achilles & the Tortoise] (3)
19. The lion's roar is like a distant crow's caw;
few of us can hear it anymore.
20. I only looked back once, "...cause its a feeling that you get,
when the afternoon is set, on the bridge into the city...
21. Playfully, she closed her eyes; and just like that,
we broke through towards daylight.
I hadn't spoken to Ana since Oct of 2011,
& only knew her through facebook.
22. The old bazaar [Charshija], and the strange feeling
of bygone days; another time.
Walking those streets, we savored everything.
23. All at once we came upon a relic [standing guard].
No one remembered who wore the armor, she said,
though as a mark of honor the memory is kept alive.
25. Along another road, the fortress seemed out-of-place,
and yet integral to the landscape.
A humbling reminder of "Days of future past" .
26. On that bridge, for a moment, there was nothing else.
She said "...Its been a long time...since someone
looked at me that way, Its like you knew me...
and all the things I couldn't say..." .
28. Along with the vastness of Skopsko Kale
[pronounced ka-lay, Turkish for fortress],
was the immensity of the past looming over the city.
She said it was built in the 6th century,
with material from the Roman city of Skupi.
30. When I asked about the cross, she seemed uneasy,
unwilling to look at it.
I knew Orthodox faith held sway in the East,
yet this was strange.
As if they need protection from something.
31. I hardly noticed them watching us;
they seemed frozen near the edge,
waiting for something.
33. The city seemed in a state of becoming, instead of being.
Urban-development devouring everything,
leaving wounds that may never heal.
34. She said the old city-center, haunted all of them
...like "...crystal memories..".