Slovenia: National Day – Dan drzavnosti

Za slovenski jezik, prosim preskoci angleski zapis.

I think it’s important to remind ourselves and tell others the history of my country, Slovenia. So first I would like to tell you a brief history of forming of my country, since it’s so hard to find out about it:

24 years ago, in 1991 on June 25th Slovenia declared independence from Yugoslavia. On this date the initial acts regarding independence were passed and Slovenia became independent.slovenia flag

The year before in 1990, Slovenia started planning the independence. So on December 23rd of 1990 an independence referendum (plebiscite) was held in the Republic of Slovenia in which majority of all Slovenian voters were in favor of Slovenia becoming a sovereign nation. On December 26th, right after Christmas, the results of the plebiscite were published and the long waited independence started happening. This date is now a celebration of a national holiday proclaimed as Independence and Unity Day.

The next year on the date mentioned in the beginning on June 25th in 1991 Slovenia established borders, formed Slovenian military and wrote its own constitution. All this jump started the week long war with Yugoslavia which it eventually won.

After so many years of being a part of many different state formations, including the Roman Empire, followed by the Habsburg Monarchy and then later being a part of Yugoslavia and being occupied by Germans, Italians and Hungarians during the World War II, finally Slovenia was its own country with its own language and system. Quite important for a small country, isn’t it? In my opinion this was a great Slovenian victory.

war in Slovenia

I was a little girl at the time, I was 7 years old and I wasn’t really aware of everything that was happening. I remember my dad going to the army and coming home in an uniform, first in a dark green one which was Yugoslavian and the next day in camouflage one, the uniform of just formed Slovenian Territorial Defence and I thought that was cool because he carried the machine gun. But I am glad he never had to use it, then I would remember it quite differently I think.

war yugoslavia

I also remember the sirens at the beginning of the war and the airplanes flying over our house. I also remember being out in our backyard and the MIG (Jet) flew above us and I remember the sound when it broke the speed of sound. It was so cool but I also remember how right away our mum took us inside into the basement where we waited for another round of sirens that let us know that the air is clear. She knew exactly what was going on. And we did too as children, but we probably couldn’t understand it. So these times were never stressful to me. Maybe because our parent never scared us or talked about the horrible things that were happening. We knew that they were worried, that was obvious, parents watched the news all the time and listened to the radio and we did talk about war but in a calm way I guess or maybe they talked to us with some calmness that made me and my brother feel safe. But beside that of course I never felt any tragedy because it passed us and didn’t really affect us. I just don’t remember anyone panicking. I only remember how I didn’t like that our dad wasn’t home a lot because he was in the army and how no one was outside to play.

tank in slovenia, war

So those 7 days passed and the life went back to normal like nothing happened, at least for me. But a few years later, when I was in elementary school and I read a lot, I found a book in our school library. It is called Zlata’s Diary and the girl who wrote it was my age, named Zlata Filipovic. It was the Anne Frank of Sarajevo, Bosnia. And the fact that all the horrible things were still happening not so far away from us, actually an hour and a half away from my hometown, just across the border in Croatia, and this girl whose book I was reading was my age, really made me understand what could happened to me too. How lucky we were that our war ended so fast when it was still happening there 5 years later. I felt the pain of the refugees and I gained a huge respect for all the families that went through all of it. And I am still grateful for the peace I had in my childhood when it could have been totally different.

territorial defence slovenia army

But I didn’t want to write a sad post… What I wanted to say was that those two days mean a lot in the history of Slovenia. Even though the economical crisis there at this time isn’t making life easier, we are finally our own country and I really hope Slovenia grows out of this adolescence time and proves that it’s the most beautiful country to live in, she already has it her all but it’s not aware of it yet.

slovenian flag rising

More that I am away from home more I miss my country. I also appreciate it more, and if I’m being honest, I wasn’t thinking the same as I do now, when I still lived there. I took it for granted, everything, from the nature to people and traditions… I actually thought our traditions were funny and lame. Every field trip in school we had took us to some famous Slovenian writer’s home or to some old historic church, beside the caves and other nature wonders. Oh, as a kid I didn’t appreciate this, no one did actually. Who is interested in history of some church somewhere and has to stand there and listen to their teacher talk about it. Even now when I’m remembering all this I still don’t really like the memory of it. It was just so boring. But now, now I would love to go everywhere again. Of course without a teacher telling me the whole history, but now I would enjoy it. It would be amazing to go see places I haven’t seen yet or to go to the same places I have once seen and experience it again, now with my adult brain that is more interested in everything. I am tired of living abroad sometimes and now I want to explore Slovenia again, for myself, not because it’s a field trip. And I will, soon enough, I know that. But till then I take myself there with pictures, memories, music and mostly with Slovenian culinary specialties.

24 let nazaj, natancneje leta 1991 na 25. junij je Slovenija razglasila neodvisnost. Na ta dan je bila sprejeta Temeljna ustavna listina o samostojnosti in neodvisnosti Slovenije.

Leto prej, torej 1990, je Slovenija zacela z nacrti za osamosvojitev. Ko je tako 23. decembra potekal plebiscit, je slovenski narod enotno volil za neodvisnost in samostojnost Slovenije. Tako je bilo 26. decembra 1990 na Dan samostojnosti in enotnosti jasno, da smo na poti do osamosvojitve. Nastala je samostojna republika Slovenija, ki je v naslednjem letu, do dneva drzavnosti (25.6.1990) uredila osamosvojitveno zakonodajo in tako postala svoja drzava, zarisala meje in vzpostavila svojo vojsko.

Ker pa jugoslovanska oblast ni hotela priznati Slovenije kot neodvisne je takrat sledila vojna, ki se je zacela 27. junija in je trajala dober teden. Koncalo se je 3. julija. Uspesno smo se branili in zmagali. Jugoslovanska vojska se je zacela umikati.

Po tolikih letih in stoletjih pod tujo oblastjo, je slovenski narod koncno dobil svojo drzavo.

Zelo pomemben podatek, kajne?

Sama sem bila v tistem casu se majhna deklica, vsega se nisem prevec zavedala, vem pa da je oci moral v vojsko in da je domov prisel v uniformi. Enkrat v temno zeleni, naslednjic pa ze v vojasko pisani, pravi slovenski uniformi Teritorialne obrambe. Zdelo se mi je kul, ker je imel s seboj mitraljez. Spomnim se siren ob zacetku vojne in preletavanja letal in da smo cepeli v kleti. Vendar okusa vojne prav posebej nisem obcutila. Ne vem, mogoce zato ker starsi niso delali drame oz tega niso pokazali nama z bratom, niso naju nic strasili pa tudi znasli se nismo nikjer kjer bi lahko bili ogrozeni. Teh nekaj dni je minilo in zivljenje je slo dalje. Nekaj let kasneje v osnovni soli, ko sem neizmerno rada brala, pa sem naletela na knjigo, ki se imenuje Zlatin dnevnik. Nekaksna Ana Frank iz Bosne, le da je to knjigo napisala deklica mojih let po imenu Zlata Filipovic. Takrat sem sele doumela grozote vojne in kako blizu se je vse dogajalo. Zacutila sem bolecino beguncev in jih neizmerno spostovala. Se danes sem hvalezna, da sama vojni, ki se je dogajala uro in pol od nasega doma, nisem bila izpostavljena.

Pa da ne zabediram… Hotela sem povedat, da ta dva dneva pomenita veliko v zgodovini Slovenije. Klub temu, da zdaj ni roznato, smo le sama svoja dezela, tolikokrat v lasti vecjih narodov, a koncno samo svoji. Upam, da se izvije iz te pubertetniske dobe in zacveti v nekaj najlepsega, saj atribute ima vse.

Bolj kot sem zdoma, bolj pogresam naso zemljo. Bolj jo tudi cenim, ker iskreno povedano, preden sem odsla, je niti nisem. Samoumevno mi je bilo vse, vsa narava, ljudje, obicaji.. kar na zivce so mi sli, ne ljudje ampak tradicije. Vsi solski izleti na domacije, v jame in cerkve… zdaj pa bi z veseljem sla se enkrat, po istih poteh. Zdaj bi vsak koticek do potankosti precesala. Zdaj imam tujine dovolj, zelim si spoznavati lastno dezelo. Pa saj jo bom, ob svojem casu, do takrat pa me tja ponesejo spomini, fotografije, glasba in pa seveda kulinarika.

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