SEARCHED, FOUND (12)
We pass Toledo. The main city of the autonomous province of Castilla-La Mancha. After the umpteenth tank-drinking-stop, we enter the Autovia del Sur again. A man is hitchhiking. “Adonde vas? Where to?” we ask.
SEARCHED, FOUND (11)
What if melancholy is a memory of a previous life. Or a premonition of what awaits in the next life. What if the source of the melancholy that overwhelms us is to be found there?
SEARCHED, FOUND (10)
All people with roots in the south who were looking for work, security and happiness in the north. After an often long summer stay, yesterday was the day to say goodbye. It is also called the day of melancholy here.
SEARCHED, FOUND (9)
Never felt like I had to look for it.
It always knew how to find me. Effortlessly.
Melancholy.
SEARCHED, FOUND (8)
Wikipedia says: “Sevdah is a traditional genre of folk music from Bosnia and Herzegovina. Sevdah song is called sevdalinka.” Maybe, but Sevdah is above all that magical moment.
SEARCHED, FOUND (7)
We stay in a towering residential block in a suburb of Sarajevo. The meetings for this day are rescheduled for another day. By the evening, a plan B has been arranged. There would be music! Three violins and a mandolin start their B repertoire. Melodies from Bulgaria, Bosnia, Brazil, Belgium,… pass in review.
SEARCHED, FOUND (6)
UNESCO? or Tito? Sisan, a small village in Istria. They speak Croatian and Italian. The only restaurant is packed. Let’s stay hungry.
WANTED, FOUND (5)
Minorities are sung about in all music, all over the world. Hiraeth is also a story with minorities. Count them. Because a minority is never far away. Even if there are many of you.
SEARCHED, FOUND (4)
The suitcase is packed, expectations are high. Departing for the Balkans, in search of music, images and stories of melancholy in all its tones.
SEARCHED, FOUND (3)
They step. They climb. Two Slovenians, Two Belgians. The four climb a hill. A hill, not a mountain. But when does a hill become a mountain?