MICHAŁ SZARANOWICZ – echo

Radomir leaves Italy. He goes back to his Yugoslavia, from which he was separated by the war. He goes back to this land of peasants and heroic warriors, disunited from Italy by Nazi fascism. Radomir will bring back the tales of his life spent among us, events we shared in the mountains, days and nights of waiting, the fear, and battles fought side by side with his brothers in arms, sharing ideas and the spirit to fight a common enemy.

The layout opens with a photograph of eight men against an unidentified rock. They were the antifascist guerrilla soldiers, and amidst them is my grandfather, which I never had the chance to meet. Among the few material traces he has left behind, I found a short article describing his story. Yet its optimistic tone is a far stretch from reality. Immediately following the war Radomir leaves for a diplomatic mission to Prague and is later transferred to Warsaw. Once there he is faced with a difficult choice, with one of the consequences being to never return to Yugoslavia.

The chance to overwrite the history of his return happened a few decades later. The first in the series of landscapes is present day view from Radomir’s family home. Further photographs of the mountainous landscape of Montenegro carry a speculation of sorts.

Places commemorating the grounds of guerrilla warfare are the surroundings of Danilovgrad, Montenegro, my grandfather’s hometown, where he spent most of his childhood. The remaining pieces are fragments of two photographs from identity documents and a sequential photograph of a fish in the subsequent stages of disintegration, presence, and marking.

Together the photographs compose an exhibition, accompanied by the sound of echoing waves.