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Ainara Maia Urroz

2018-10-25 13:34 — Bitola, Macedonia

Bitola celebrated the Day of the Macedonian Revolutionary Struggle

The city of Bitola (or Monastir) has many reasons to celebrate the independence of Macedonia. This area has a long history of battles, and after many struggles Macedonia finally got its independence. The Basque Country has also struggled a lot, and many people died for its freedom, but it has not yet achieved independence. I wish that my country, rather sooner than later, will be independent! But what difficulties will the freedom bring for you, poet...

On Friday I made a kite for the first time in my life, and I made it fly on the hill of Smolevo.


Kite. Dragon.

Again. The dragon appeared to me.

In my childhood I never made a kite

never even played with one,

we had other games.

My flying kite brought me to my childhood

and I saw everything as it is:

adult love is not fair, it is not clear,

as many interests are always involved.

Love isn't fair, and neither is the world.

We live to try to see the world

with a child’s vision.

I looked up at the kite, innocently

it was flying in a dreamy fashion.

I discovered something new about my childhood,

at the age of 42 years old.

I did not live a part of my childhood

but I'm not nostalgic

because it's a new sensation.

I'm reconsidering my life at my age,

thinking about what I have done,

and what can I do now.

The wounds of my life have worn out optimism in me,

but I'm learning to see the good in every small thing

with a children’s look.


From the viewpoint of that hill you can see the whole city of Bitola. There are also the old buildings of the military residence, and traces of war in the open air museum: broken aircrafts, trenches, bunkers... I was told what Bitola used to be: a strategic military site, with wars that destroyed the city.

Now, on the other hand, there are almost no military officers anymore, and there is a cultural center, museums, faculties, shops, houses...

I was experiencing a very emotional weekend, and I decided to go to the Bitola Museum on Sunday, to konw more about the history of the city. There, I read a lot about the history of Bitola and Macedonia, and I learned more about Ataturk, who went to military school here.

Instead of historical data however, I've always been more attracted by stories. In the museum, I found a hidden story that has greatly affected my heart: a love letter, which a girl from Bitola wrote to Ataturk during their youth.

In history, a lot of love letters written by famous men can be found, but way less written by women, so I was glad to find this letter in the museum. If only to realize now that I am not the only woman who writes love letters...

Even when feeling lonely, this romantic female writer is no longer truly alone. So thank you, Eleni Karinte from Bitola!