Story:

Once upon a time, around 10 years ago, at the attic of my house in Krushevo, the long nights of one cold, snowy winter, I knitted jewelry – necklace, “kolani” and earrings. My inspiration was the shirt, the vest, the “skutina” and the scarf from my grandmother’s old robe. Two threads tearing rom the heart dear, one is black, the other red, one waking scary sadness, the other desire, and brightness and famish. Then with them, knitting with single stitch technique, song of desire and song of affliction, while I knit the flax sleeve for white bride’s arm. And like “Vezilka” from Blaze Konevski, in the jewelry I knitted my feelings, love, happiness, desire, warmness that my country gave to me, to my home and the “birth fire”. With the two threads, red and black, I knitted my Macedonia. And when one day, short after I left to leave in another country, I brought the jewelry with me. People desire from what they lost, from what they do not have, from what they miss. My nostalgic view and the view of everyone that left their country. The closeness with her, makes me happy the same as the separation makes me sad. I feel my country like part of me, proof of the existence of happy spirit that turns off the moment when they separate from the national umbilical cord. The birth country is like utopia, the place for the soul and peace. The jewelry gave me power to live further outside.

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