Zid ljubezni Wall of love

Prav čuden občutek je bil, ko je ta konec tedna med nama zrasel zid.

Že ko sva začenjala graditi najino bodoči dom, sva se brez pomislekov odločila, da tisto sobo razpoloviva, da bova imela vsak svoj delovni prostor, zdaj, po tolikem času, ko je razdelitev vendarle prišla na vrsto, pa sem to prostorno sobo s prekrasno popoldansko svetlobo iz dveh koncev tako vzljubila, da sem Miru večkrat rekla, da mi bo žal za njo in da je še čas, da si premisliva in jo pustiva célo.

Seveda se zavedam, da odločitev o delitvi takrat ni padla kar tako, ampak zaradi potrebe in čisto praktičnih razlogov, še posebej ker se v najinem zdajšnjem delovnem kotičku že dolgo stiskava kot sardine v konzervi, moje barve za steklo pa nujno rabijo svoj atelje in svoja vrata, saj so pri nanašanju in sušenju prav neprijetne za človekovo počutje.

Poleg tega v naju obeh tiči malce volka samotarja in vedno sem bila mnenja, da vsak človek potrebuje svoje okno in da osnovna celica družbe ni družina, temveč človek, ki se šele kot celota lahko povezuje z drugimi in le takó tvori nekaj lepega in zdravega.

Takó je torej, ko sva se te naloge končno lotila in ko sva stala vsak na svojem koncu ravno toliko visokega zidu, da sva se še videla čezenj, visel v zraku črn humor. Omenjala sva Berlin, železno zaveso in ohladitev odnosov :) in ko sem Mira vprašala, če bo kdaj prišel na mojo stran, bi zid zardel in se stopil, če bi le slišal in razumel njegov odgovor.

It was a really strange feeling when a wall grew up between us this weekend.

When we started building up our future home we already decided without any hesitation that we’ll half that room to have two separate working places, but now, after so much time when it actually came to realisation it grew to my heart, that spacious room, especially with that gorgeous afternoon light coming in from two sides, so I said to Miro a few times lately that I’ll miss it and that it’s still time to change our minds and leave it as it is.

But of course I aware that our decision about the dividing had a big point back then. It was all about practical reasons, especially because we’ve been squeezing like sardines in a can in our current working place for a long time now and because my glass colours need their own atelje with own doors to be shut when needed, as they aren’t very pleasant to live with at applying and drying.

After all there’s a piece of lone wolf in both of us and I’ve always felt that every person needs his own window and that the basic cell of society isn’t a family, but a person that can connect to others to create something beautiful and healthy only after being a whole unit for himself first.

So there it was, when we finally began putting bricks together and we stood one at each side of the wall, now already high enough just hardly to see each other over it, there was nothing but black humour in the air. We were mentioning Berlin, iron curtain and cooling down of relationships :) and when I asked Miro, if he’ll ever come to my side, the wall would have blushed and melted down, if only it had heard and understood his answer.