Time Flows

What would you guess this could be?

It’s my new find.

Now you are surely thankful for how nice I’ve explained it.

Yes, I am a truly natural talent in the field of explaining.

Anyway, I’ve found the pretty thing in this town.

Oh, how I love that place.

And I forever will.

Since my personal history started to form there before I was even born.


Well, my parents happened to meet there.

Besides my personal history, this cute little town is also very famous for its long, successful gold-mining era.

You can feel the history breathing in every street and around every single corner.

And it’s not bad breath.

No, no, no.

Not at all.

I got astonished when these clay slates appeared in front of one of my eyes.

(The other one was closed because I wasn’t wearing my sunglasses and the sun was too strong.)

These slates depict various parts and milestones of the town history.

Can you imagine history being shown and taught in any better and more fascinating way?

It’s utterly amazing.

I’d grant the person who’s created these wonderful pieces of art the Nobel Prize.

I so would.

Can you see the little text snippets?

They were captivating and fun to read.

For a person fighting attention deficit disorder – like me – this is just gorgeous.

A picture and a short text.

The best combination for staying focused.

If only history textbooks were made this way when I was little.

That would have saved me years and years of banging my head against a wall.

I even got tempted to find out what these Latin mottoes meant.

This one, for example, should be something like: ‘Time flows‘.

If I’m right.

Which I’m not sure.

I wonder how you say ‘Eggnog flows’ in Latin.

Since I’d rather learn that than ‘time flows’.

Anyway, I love when things are user-friendly.

There’s nothing better.

Maybe just that eggnog.


Grave Hunting and Other Pleasures

Just a few days ago, my boyfriend looked me straight in the eyes… and with a very sweet tone in his voice he said: ‘Could I ask you something?’.

Uuu-hu-huh, I thought, get ready girl… this might be something really memorable. Just breath, breath, keep on breathing.

So with the trembling voice I replied: ‘Yes, sure!’.

And right then my ears got to hear a question that will probably forever remain number one on my most-romantic-sentences list.

Will you go grave hunting with me?’, inquired my boyfriend.

After a moment of confusion I started to laugh straight from the heart… and answered – ‘Yes dear!’.

Sometimes things get waaaaay better than you thought they would.

The thing is that my boyfriend is trying to find out who his ancestors were.

And in this family-tree-building quest he is trying to get as far and deep as possible.

The whole process requires a lot of traveling and many hours spent in the archives.

Luckily, I get to travel with him and visit places I never knew existed.

Just recently, for instance, we found this 300 years old church built solely of wood.

One of the UNESCO Heritage sites.

It is a magnificent building… and OLD, man.

I was standing there – just staring at it – for quite some time.

Because it is MADE OF WOOD ONLY, with NO NAILS used.



First I thought it was not functional… but then I saw this – a weeding must have taken place here just recently.

Can you imagine getting wed in a place like this?

I think it has to be like extremely romantic.

Anyway, the church is still in service. Amazing!

But what really got me was this church’s story.

Some folks from the evangelical church really wanted more churches of their own.

However, the circumstances then weren’t very convenient for this particular church.

Eventually, after many talks and negotiations, they were allowed to build their own church, but only under these restricted conditions: the whole church must be built withing a year; it can be built of wood only, it may not have a tower and the entrance may not be directly from street.

This building was definitely thought to last much shorter than it has.

To me, it is a perfect symbol of strength and resistance.

It was locked at the time of our visit, so we couldn’t get in.

But conditions like that didn’t stop me.

I reached my hands up and pointed my camera to look through one of the windows… which allowed me to take a picture of the interior.

‘Cause nothing is going to stop Petra-the mighty photographer from taking a picture of what she wants to capture.

That’s how things work in her world.



Ghost Hunt

Does it happen to you as well these days?

Do you feel those immense amounts of energy being poured upon you from who knows where?

Me, being the child of spring, go through this high-energy phase every year – I just can’t wait until it arrives.

Spring is my legal drug (not that there are any illegal in my life… that I know of).

Now you might be asking what spring has in common with the picture of a castle placed above.

Well… in my case – quite much.

Because right now I am in the state which makes me feel like taking a picture of every single interesting thing on the face of the earth.

So why not start with history?

History is so interesting and here where I live (which is at the very heart of Europe) it lies around every corner… literally.

For example – the castle that we visited last weekend (and that I am going to give you a sneak peek of) is about one thousand years old…

One thousand years old!

That’s something, ha?

It is called Bzovik and I consider it a great place for vampires to reside in.

I can perfectly imagine their coffins placed in the basement.


What I really, really loved about that place was that there was no guard or keeper or whatever the name of the person should be.

You can freely come in, go anywhere you like, look into any hole you find, visit any chamber you come across inside.

Basically, what you can do is to unleash your imagination entirely and, without even noticing it yourself, start to speak to your imaginary servants, husband, lovers, children… and then your boyfriend finds you and asks whether you are foggy in your brain of what…

Anyway, this is the building which started it all – the monastery.

Monks used to live there in perfect harmony for about four hundred years.

Until… just until that day… when one guy decided to have them all murdered and change the monastery into a fortress.

The reason?

He fancied a different religion.

Things happen…

That was when these walls were built around the church.

Nice, tall, firm walls… with four towers… one in every corner.

And this is the great tower – the greatest of all four towers. It was a self-sufficient tower housing the lord and his family, which, at times, became a sturdy refuge capable of withstanding at least a brief siege.

Most chambers are situated in this part of the wall.

Hello, welcome… just sit down and enjoy the view and some gunfire…

Would you like some wine or beer with that?

Other towers were used for guarding purposes.

This is the interior or the guard tower.

Please, notice the shape of the window – it widens inwards. These early windows did not let much light in, but provided good protection from incoming missiles.

Just perfect for a gun and one wakeful eye.

Where are you hiding, ugly suckers?

In case you wondered what stairs might look like after they had been used for exactly 500 years – here is the answer.

Ghosts were really good at hiding this time… but I am not giving up… I’ll find you somewhere else… don’t you worry for a second.

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