Apokalipsa magazine (4th of November 2010)

"Apokalipsa" magazine is an unusual edition that is printed with the help of Slovenian Public agency for the book. It is published by KUD Apokalipsa, and the magazine is described as "the magazine for penetration in the living culture". It is a sort of a "guerilla" publication that already has certain tradition. One of the themes of the magazine that is quite often iterated is haiku. In No. 143-144 (the photo above) the entries to the call for the haiku-comic were published. I also entered the call with my comic "After the cataclysm". My friend >> Primož Ziherl helped me by translating the comic in Slovenian, and I rearranged it so to be readable in black and white print. Here is how it turned out (below).

She walks in front of him with a rucksack on her back. Her skin is dark and it shines in golden hues as the midday light reflects from unpredictable undulations of the sea surface. A path by the water is covered by small stones and red earth. His legs are dusty. He feels as if he was young again. There are no other people, one can hear only cicadas, somewhat stronger waves that reach the shore and steps. They walk in silence. Going towards the place where they swimmed yesterday. It is nice there. A piece of flat stone surrounded by high and unreachable rocky shore. It is their place. She will finish reading that strange book today. He will just lay and watch the sea. Just listen.

Ona hodi pred njm z nahrbtnikom. Njena koža je temna in se zlato svetlika zaradi odboja opoldanskega sonca od nepredvidljivo nakodrane morske gladine. Pot ob vodi prekrivata drobno kamenje in rdeča prst. Njegove noge so prašne. Počuti se močnega. Počuti se, kot bi bil znova mlad. Drugih ljudi ni, slišati je le čričke, kak val, ki močneje butne od obalo, in korake. Hodita in molčita. Gresta proti kraju, kjer sta se včeraj kopala. Tam je lepo. Del ravne stene ki ga obkroža visoka in nedostopna kamnita obala. To je njun prostor. Ona bo danes prebrala tisto čudno knjgo do konca. On bo le ležal in gledal v morje. Le poslušal.

She turns back. Laughing. You know what I just thought of? All these synthetic odors... ... and scientific breakthroughs in the electrostimulation of the brain, and none of that is like... It is nowhere close to this smell of pine. Can you feel it He smells the air. Really, one can feel a healthy and sharp smell of pine. Where does it come from? You're right. It is beautiful. I wonder where the source of that smell is.

Ona se obrne. Smeje se. Veš, kaj mi je prišlo na misel? Vsi ti sintetični vonji ... ... in znanstveni napredek pri elektrostimulaciji možganov, a nič od tega ni podobno... Se niti ne približa temu vonju bora! Čutiš? On voha zrak. Res, čutiti je zdrav in rezek vonj bora. Odkod prihaja? Prav imaš. Prečudovito je. Sprašujem se, kje izvira ta vonj.

They walk farther. She stops every once in a while, bends her neck backwards, inhales deeply and says Can you feel it now? It is strong now. He also inhales deeply. Every time he feels more and more content. The smell calms him. Close to the place where the path rapidly turns he notices a huge old pine. He stops. Touches it. Finds a soft and transparent lump at one place. Resin. Tears it off and smells it. That is the source of smell. Carefully packs it in a wooden box and puts it in the rucksack.

Hodita naprej. Ona se občasno ustavi, vrže glavo vznak, globoko vdihne in reče: Ga čutiš? Zdaj je res močan. Tudi on globoko vdihne. Vsakokrat je vse bolj zadovoljen. Vonj ga pomirja. Blizu kraja, kjer steza ostro zavije, opazi ogromen star bor. Ustavil se je. Potipa ga. Nekje je prozorna in mehka izboklina. Smola. S prsti jo odlušči in povoha. To je izvor vonja. Pazljivo jo položi v leseno škatlico in pospravi v nahrbtnik.

As they walk farther, he notices more of them. He picks up a few more. We will save this for the city. We will save these moments in a wooden box and each time we smell it we’ll remember them. We’ll remember the place where we were truly alive. She laughs. Likes the idea. A piece of heaven for the journey home.

Ko gresta naprej, jih vidi vse več. Odlušči jih še nekaj. To bova spravila za v mesto. Spravila bova te trenutke v leseni škatlici in vsakokrat, ko jih bova zavohala, se bova spomnila. Spomnila se bova kraja, kjer sva bila zares živa. Ona se smeje. Zamisel ji je všeč. Košček raja za pot nazaj.

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