Ivan Galeb once said that he would like to die during a sunny summer day. Well, these photos that I'm sharing were obviously taken on such a day. Don't we just feel at ease when the sun is caressing us? Ivan seems to know what he was talking about even if he wasn't an actual person, but a character in a novel. Having been obsessed with literature and reading for the longest time, that fine line between reality and fiction sometimes evades me and the characters in the novels seem as real as the person standing next to me.
Anyway, I have decided to translate a passage from novel Proljeća Ivana Galeba ( The Springs of Ivan Galeb, it's not translated as far as I know) and share with you these words that Desnica (the writer) or Galeb (the character) said :
"I want to die in a day filled with sun. The core of that little secret I have carried in myself since childhood. What scared me most about death, is the dark it is associated with. I admire the religions of the East, that have managed to portray a light, sunny death to a man, that have managed to install a show of infinite jás for the grave. These religions might just have done the kindest thing that can be done to any mortal.
I want to die lying on a solid, steaming hot earth, filled to my core with the sun and the jás , to die at the peak of the day, in the hour of singing crickets....in the hour when the bend grain is dreamily silent and the heavy grapes are mute in their fullness, in the hour of hot afternoon silence. I'm terrified of the death in the afternoon, the death in the Fall, the death behind the heavy drapes of rain."
Ivan Galeb reče kako bi želio umrijeti u sunčanom danu i to je nešto što mogu razumijeti...kada se čovjek osjeća smirenije nego u toplom sunčanom ljetnom danu? Ove fotografije su očito snimljene u baš takvoj atmosferi uz društvo brzo rastuće vučke. Prepuštavam vas poeziji ovih riječi Galebovih (lik u romanu) ili Desničnih (pisac), ovisi kako se uzme, koje su mi nekako prirasle srcu:
“Želio bih umrijeti u sunčanom danu. Klicu te male tajne želje nosim u sebi od djetinjstva. Što me kod smrti najviše plaši, to je predstava mraka s kojom je ona skopčana. Divim se religijama Istoka, koje su uspjele da čovjeku dočaraju svijetlu, sunčanu smrt, da mu usade predstavu beskrajnog jása za grobom. One su, možda, učinile čovjeku najveće dobro koje se smrtniku može da učini.
Želio bih umrijeti izvaljen nauzak na dobroj, vrućoj zemlji, sav u suncu i jásu, umrijeti u jedrini dana, u sat uzavrelih zrikavaca. U sat kad sanjivo šute povijena žita i nijemo bujaju oteščani grozdovi, u sat vrele podnevne tišine. Plaši me smrt u predvečerje, smrt u jesen, smrt iza kosih zavjesa kiše.”
― Vladan Desnica, Proljeća Ivana Galeba