OBČUTEK, KI POTUJE Z NAMI!
THE FEELING THAT TRAVELS WITH US
Kako se je družinski izlet, več njih, spremenil v željo, da ne bi bilo potrebno narediti nekaj urne poti, da se človek počuti kot v Sarajevu, vsaj za trenutek.
Pot do čevabdžinice Sarajevo ’84 v Ljubljani se je začela z izletom v Sarajevo. Leta nazaj.
How several family trips turned into a desire to avoid a hours-long drive just to feel like you’re in Sarajevo, if only for a moment.
The journey to the Sarajevo ’84 in Ljubljana began with a trip to Sarajevo. Years ago.
Zima, Bjelašnica in sarajevske kavarne, bari in klubi, ki so pustili pečat dobrega počutja. Preprosto ni bilo potrebno ničesar drugega, nobene posebne animacije, zgolj sarajevsko pivo in sposobnost, da se sprostiš, da ujameš energijo Sarajeva in začutiš, kako mesto diha. Počutiš se kot doma in hočeš ostati. Ne gre se ti nikamor več, le od ene postaje Sarajeva proti drugi …
Winter, Bjelašnica, and Sarajevo’s cafés, bars, and clubs that left behind such a deep sense of well-being. Nothing else was needed; no special entertainment, just a Sarajevo beer and the simple ability to relax, capture the city’s energy, and feel how it breathes. You feel right at home and just want to stay. You don’t want to go anywhere else, except wandering sround Sarajevo.
NOSTALGIJA
Potem se je zgodila vrnitev domov in pomanjkanje občutka. Počasi, počasi so se začele rojevati ideje, da bi prinesli nekaj duha v steklenički tudi domov v Ljubljano. Vendar ne današnjega duha Sarajeva, ampak zgodbo o olimpijadi. Zgodbo, ki jo Sarajevo še danes obuja z maskotami Vučka, skodelicami – Sarajevo the olympic city in spomini, ki jih iz naftalina mečejo prodajalci na ulicah, športniki v kavarnah, domačini v pivovarnah. Leto 1984, socialistično mesto, ki je gostilo kapitalistične olimpijske igre, prostor, kjer sta se združila dva svetova. “Nije bilo tehnike, a bila je duša.”
Then came the return home and that missing feeling. Slowly, step by step, ideas began to take shape about bringing a bit of that spirit back home to Ljubljana in a bottle. But not the spirit of today’s Sarajevo, rather, the story of the Olympics. A story Sarajevo still revives today with Vučko mascots, “Sarajevo the Olympic City” mugs, and memories dusted off by street vendors, athletes in cafés, and locals in breweries. The year 1984, a socialist city hosting the capitalist Olympic Games, a place where two worlds collided. “There was no tech, but there was soul.”
PIVO IN ŽAR
Zaradi duše prisotne na 14-ih zimskih olimpijskih igrah v Sarajevu, je padla odločitev, da je to obdobje potrebno prinesti domov. V prvi vrsti se je iskal prostor z vsebino, ki bo privlačil, kjer se bo vsak športni navdušenec, nostalgik ali jugorocker počutil dobro. Kmalu je postalo jasno, da bo ta prostor podkrepljen s čevapčiči. Ker nobena hrana ni tako dobra, kot je porcija dobrega počutja, začinjena s pravimi čevapčiči, dobrim kajmakom in sarajevskim pivom. In zgodba je popolna.
Driven by the soul present at the 14th Winter Olympic Games in Sarajevo, the decision was made that this era had to be brought back home. First and foremost, the search began with a venue with character that would draw people in – a place where any sports enthusiast, nostalgic soul, or Yugo-rocker would feel right at home. It soon became clear that this space would be anchored by čevapčiči. Because no food is ever quite as good as a good mood, seasoned with authentic čevapčiči, rich kajmak, and a cold Sarajevo beer. And just like that, the story was complete.
Lov za primerno lokacijo se je posrečil, ko se je sprostila kletna lokacija na Nazorjevi ulici. Zgodba je dobila prostor za razvoj. Sledilo je iskanje fotografij, predmetov, ki bi ujele duh Jugoslavije in Sarajeva. Tiste dobre, nostalgične Jugoslavije brez nacionalizma, brez velikih zgodb. Razen tiste velike zgodbe o zaprašeni nostalgiji po fičotih, Zastavi, starih filmih, reklamah, denarju in seveda glasbi bivše juge.
The hunt for a suitable location paid off when a basement space in Ljubljana. The story finally had a place to grow. What followed was a search for photographs and artifacts to capture the spirit of Yugoslavia and Sarajevo; those good, nostalgic Yugoslavia without nationalism or grand political narratives. Nothing but the great story of dusty nostalgia for Fićos, Zastava cars, old movies, vintage ads, old currency, and, of course, the music of former YU.
Predmete smo iskali po podstrešjih, bolšjakih in v Sarajevu, kjer smo zvesti podaniki kreatorja ideje takoj razumeli, zakaj bi vsaj delček Baščaršije imeli v Ljubljani. Raziskali smo arhiv časopisne hiše Oslobođenje, ki nam je prijazno dovolila kopirati članke, iz februarja ’84. Doma smo izvohali stare izvode Dela, Sportske Novosti pa so se valjale kar na bolšjaku.
Tiskano zgodovino OI, ki so jo zabeležili časopisi, smo vpeli v zgodbo lokala, kjer smo dali posebno mesto tudi Juretu Franku in njegovi ikonični srebrni medalji. Celotna Jugoslavija je čakala Frankovo medaljo. V skladu s spominom, se je Jure oglasil tudi v lokalu, se sprehodil skozi lastne spomine in podpisal nekaj fotografij in se odločil, da ve, kam je v Ljubljani potrebno zaiti na čevape.
Počasi so se kamenčki začeli postavljati na prava mozaična mesta. Prišel je dan otvoritve, tudi večer, noč in zabava do jutra in tisti občutek, da si na vrhu sveta, neobremenjen in v Sarajevu. In to je tisto, kar si je želel idejni vodja, v kar smo na koncu upali vsi in kar doživljamo še danes.
Slowly, the pieces of the mosaic began falling into place. The opening day arrived, followed by the evening, the night, and a party that lasted until morning, along with that unmistakable feeling of being on top of the world, completely carefree and right in Sarajevo. And that is precisely what the visionary behind the project had hoped for, what all of us ultimately wished to achieve, and what we still experience to this day.
