I woke up with the greatest excitement to be ready to
go to the museum, feeling the sunny weather, desire overflowing through my body
because I’m going to discover histories, being able to get the meaning of the
discoveries and appreciating them. The history of my country has a lot to tell,
letting everyone know that creating kinds of different objects and experiencing
pain to achieve the freedom isn’t easy, but we’re strong.
I went there and saw the museum. It was a big
building, immediately, I felt the presence that there are things with deeper
meanings; when I entered the Ancient Dardania at the Ethnological Museum.
Wandering into different sections, I encountered the part of bracelets and
bronze rings. My huge curiosity wouldn’t leave my mind who was the first to had
that idea to create jewelries with paste beads, perhaps if it was hard to
create them.
An attach to my curiosity were vases. Were they made
from argil and mortar, or were there also other materials used? “Stop for a
while and feel the opportunity that was given to you to see all the hard
works”, that’s what my mind said, and my heart following it. But, what about
the amphora? How joyful I am to see the art of it.
The bronze sea-horse caught my mind. It was kinda
tiny, but it felt big into my heart for the effort of its structure formed.
How badly I wanted to wander! There was no border in
front of me: I’ll continue to search more, my heart wanted to be fed from these
strong emotions.
Seeing the votive plaque of Venus with two Erotes sent
me into thoughts of love; maybe people were strongly connected so the emotions
of love and careness were bigger than bodies and people couldn’t get separated.
Also, the bust of the Dardanian goddess sculpted in marble. She’s gorgeous,
with big pretty elements on her face, shining from afar as if she wanted to
conquer my sight, with her necklace and earrings.
Feeling amazed from the different objects, I took up
the stairs for the Museum History. I caught that huge glance, sensing a
limitless amount of emotions through my body because that mesmerizing panorama
was there: Mother Teresa, the one who spread humanity all around the globe,
nevertheless, aroused by proudness of the commandant Adem Jashari alongside of
him the half of the eagle of Albanian flag, including the flags of the
countries that acknowledged us.
The gleam of President Ibrahim Rugova that brought for
our country can’t be repaid. He has won the international awards “Doctor Honoris
Causa”, “Homo Homini”.
The hat, called “Plis” symbolizes and represents the
Albanian identity and it’s made from the wool of white sheeps.
The book of musical notes, flutes, gramophone, radio,
diskettes, the piano with books, clock, eyeglasses, photos on it, all of them
sent me into the directions to research what kind of genres were used when
musicians produced music back then, where they got the inspiration to do so.
For real, I didn’t want to leave the museum, it
enriched my mind and soul, and also it fed my heart. I’m so grateful for the
people who discovered things, and the others who fought for our country to be
independent, but I’ll never be full of museum; there are lots of other things.
Still, the day was sunny when I got out, tilted my head to see the museum again, told myself that I’ll be here again.
Pictures taken by Fitore Haxhiu.
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