Zabíjačka


This picture was taken sometime in the late 1950s, on a December day, at pig slaughter in Csömör. When over fifteen years ago we came here, it was usual to hear on some cold early mornings the last cry of a pig on the other side of the stream. Just today I realized that for years I have not heard that any more.Tento snímok bol zhotovený niekedy v neskorej 1950, na decembrový deň, na zabíjačke v Čemeri. Pred viac než pätnástimi rokmi, keď sme sem prišli, bolo to bežné, že na skoré, studené zimné rano kričí sviňa na druhej strane potoka. Práve dnes som si uvedomil, že som to nepočul už niekoľko rokov.


This picture was taken sixty-some years later, this very morning, on the same place, and similarly at pig slaughter. The Slovak minority of Csömör, to preserve the memory of this key event of old peasant life, from now on every year organizes a traditional pig slaughter on which they host the whole village.Tento snímok bol zhotovený šesťdesiat a niekoľko rokov neskôr, dnes ráno, na rovnakom mieste, tiež na zabíjačke. Čemerská slovenská samosprava pre zachovanie pamiatky tejto kľúčovej udalosti dávneho roľníckeho života odteraz každý rok pripravuje tradičnú zabíjačku, na ktorú vyzýva celú dedinu.



4 comentarios:

Araz dijo...

What a striking similarity between the two girls divided by decades! Rio Wang flows through time connecting fates of different people.

Studiolum dijo...

And they say that you cannot enter twice in the same river! ;)

Studiolum dijo...

This post has been quoted on the Bushcraft.uk forum (“a resource for anyone interested in the skills and knowledge needed to get more from the great outdoors”). Thank you!

Effe dijo...

tools and gestures we don't see anymore (and cries we don't listen no more).
Slaughter was a social and ritual focus in traditional cultures, it was absolutely not only about food.
Preserving old memories is preserving identity.