European Resistance Archive/European Resistance Archive (ERA)
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A Bicycle Becomes a Tricycle
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It felt truly horrible to me that Ljubljana was surrounded by barbed wire,
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because I’m incredibly attached to nature.
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Especially now that I understand who I am as a painter.
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Above all I’m a landscape painter, because it’s my world.
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Before the war, I’d cycle out of Ljubljana to find some motif to draw and paint.
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All of a sudden I wasn’t allowed to leave Ljubljana.
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At first we received a sort of ‘lascia passare’,
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some sort of legitimation paper, if you weren’t disliked by the occupying police.
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Later they abolished it.
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So as long as I still had the lascia passare, I’d cycle to the outskirts of Ljubljana.
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Then they prohibited bicycles and I couldn’t go anywhere anymore.
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To find a way back out into nature, I turned my ‘bicycle’ into a ‘tricycle’.
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I took a wheel from my sister’s bicycle and had a colleague attach it to my bicycle.
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So I could go out again on my tricycle. I rode to the Ljubljana marsh and such.
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On the way back to the city, the guards stopped me
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and inspected me and discovered that all I had were flowers and let me pass on through.
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But when I reached today’s Presernova Street and passed by the Italian police,
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somebody started screaming that I should be stopped.
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Then the so-called ‘quaestors’ arrested me and confiscated my tricycle and took me to the police.
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