Balkan heartbreak a hit in Berlin
http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/world/europe/7059844.stm
One woman donated her wedding dress to the exhibitionA travelling exhibition devoted to the theme of failed relationships is proving a hit in Berlin.
Members of the public are asked to give or donate an object, along with a short description of what it means to them, the time of the relationship, and where they are from.
"Even if the objects seem ordinary the stories are very individual and they make the exhibition come alive," Mr Dobrovic said.
What would you put there?
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Hello!
I guess I'd donate a broken necklace, the first cross my ex-boyfriend gave me. It's not real silver nor the little rocks are valuable, bue he gave me that necklace when we had only been toghether for two months, if so. His grandmother had died the day before, he came to school after the funeral just to give me the necklace and a kiss. If only his aura wasn't as dark as those days.
Hi,
I think it is a brilliant idea, because day-to-day items sometimes carry within a lot of emotions, hidden problems, secrets…
Well, let´s see… I can’t think of anything to donate for the moment. Maybe I have been happily married for too long or I really have a lousy memory. Still, I suppose giving away such an object is letting go of the pain, on other words is moving forward, witch is always a good thing.
Hi!
Like the article said, it's something everyone can relate to. I suppose I'd donate some letters, concert tickets, teddy bears, a DVD, a guitar, and if it was possible... a spot, a room, a house, a bench, a park and some lyrics, because I believe we connect through songs as well.
Puff, if only we could give away the real bad memories.
This is very interesting. I wish I could visit this museum.
I think I would give my guitar to the museum. My father gave me that guitar and told me he'd teach me how to play (he's a guitar player), but he never did. Now the guitar is leaning against my bedroom wall, dusty, because it isn't as fun to learn how to play without my father. That guitar is just evidence of what I lost when my parents got divorced.
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