#očak

[tomazzupan]

Z očetom po 31. letih, s tovarišem prvič. #triglav #očak #igdaily #igslovenija #julijskealpe #julianalps #gasilcislovenija #gasilci #feuerwehr #zagorje1 #zagorje8 (at Triglav Aljažev Stolp) https://www.instagram.com/p/CTkaXSso5Nc/?utm_medium=tumblr

[titoist]

finished reading around 5 pages(the entire length of the introductory spiel) of Ivan Očak's "Gorkić" - a serbo-croatian biography of the titular communist politician. this is ... not very notable in and of itself. but there's something here, something to be inferred, sniffed & found out from in between the blurred lines of text - i'm finally beginning to read something in serbo-croatian, in an attempt to become 're-acquainted' with it... a language which is nominally my native one, but who i've completely given up on & left to languish over the years, my comprehension of it atrophied & rusted from years of disuse. i had to have google translate open next to me as i was reading it, for if i encountered any exceptionally tough words. i did. it's... complicated. my complete disassociation with the language itself has been a major factor in my own social alienation - but, wider than that, my feeling of complete disconnect from my "culture", a very real barrier serving to separate me & my environment, i've never even once read a serbian author, not even school-mandated readings! ...i was brought up in it, but it's rendered as something perennially distant & dissonant, a distorted childhood memory, something disfigured & malformed. it is familiar, but it isn't. it's a house, but not a home, dead ground... what caused my sudden drive to read it was a line of thought earlier this morning...which was bleak in a very silly, overtly histrionic way. i began thinking about the future that i wanted, one far from here, ideally as removed from it as possible - my past & culture reduced to an footnote, an aspect of my life that exists, but which is cold & limp. & i started thinking about my total objective unfamiliarity with it, on that intimate level, reading native poets or famous literature, my inability to appropriate at least some degree of goodness... ...& it felt deeply frustrating... because i realized that if that continued, i could reach a point where i have nothing to feel like i'm 'leaving behind' in the first place - nothing, a round zero, an absence of anything from my past to even forget... like i'm being denied that sense of closure, too... so, i guess, in that sense, this is an attempt at familiarizing myself with what i want to leave behind. & when phrased like that, it feels in vain. it's all been a lot...

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HHO

Hrvatskome helsinškom odboru za ljudska prava (HHO) se obratila gospođa Vesna Očak-Sekulić iz Zagreba, Medulićeva ulica 26, invalidna osoba kojoj je utvrđeno postojanje tjelesnog oštećenja od 70%, za donje ekstremitete. Također joj je prošle godine učinjena operacija na srcu ugradnjom srčanog zaliska, a dijagnosticiran joj je aktivni ulkus želuca. U otpusnom pismu  (Kliničke bolnice Dubrava)…