When I was a child, my parents would drive us to Prilep to visit my paternal grandparents. I would only recognise it as the city of Prilep once we had arrived in front of their gates. I would shout ” Here is Prilep!”. For me, Prilep was only the house where my grandparents lived, and the places we visited with them, like the park..
The house was built between the first and the second war, in the 1920s. I took the images below in the summer of 2014.
The experience of a place is bound with memories of the past that has brought us to where we are. Places become part of us. “Place is something known to us, somewhere that belongs to us in a spiritual, if not possessive, sense and to which we too belong.” (Dean & Millar 2005, p.14) Revisiting such a place has the power to unlock, in our mind, how it was before, in the past. It can make us relive the events that took place there, vividly. My father was remembering redecorating the kitchen for his parents, as a young man with his younger brother. The same kitchen whose wall tiles are crumbling today.
We seem to always remember places we have visited through the prism of personal events that took place for us there. In this way our experience of a place can be influenced by how soft the mattress was in the hotel that we stayed in.
Clearly then, there will be many different experiences of the same place. The same city will be different for different visitors and even more so for its citizens. ” There are many places within place, many regions, each with their own identities, dialects and dialectics.” (Dean & Millar 2005, p.15)
DEAN T., MILLAR J. , 2005. Place: Art Works. London : Thames & Hudson