Museum of Broken Relationships

Oh, I really want to go to Zagreb, Croatia now. The idea of this museum sounds so cool. I would probably stare at the exhibits forever.

The Museum of Broken Relationships is an ongoing exhibition in which anyone can contribute, it consists of objects submitted by different people from around the world, 

each object telling a story of a failed relationship. Such as a wedding dress, an old garden gnome and a 

cast from a broken leg, are on display with stories telling of long gone passion, 

romance and heartbreak. 

I think it's not all about bitter love stories but more about history and culture as well, which makes it even more interesting.

Divorce Day Mad Dwarf

20 years 

Ljubljana, Slovenia

The divorce day garden dwarf. He arrived in a new car. Arrogant, shallow and heartless. The dwarf was closing the gate that he had destroyed himself some time ago. At that moment it flew over to the windscreen of the new car, rebounded and landed on the asphalt surface. It was a long loop, drawing an arc of time – and this short long arc defined the end of love.

An Ex Axe

1995 

Berlin, Germany

She was the first woman that I let move in with me. All my friends thought I needed to learn to let people in more. A few months after she moved in, I was offered to travel to the US. She could not come along. At the airport we said goodbye in tears, and she was assuring me she could not survive three weeks without me. I returned after three weeks, and she said: “I fell in love with someone else. I have known her for just 4 days, but I know that she can give me everything that you cannot.”

I was banal and asked about her plans regarding our life together. The next day she still had no answer, so I kicked her out. She immediately went on holiday with her new girlfriend while her furniture stayed with me. Not knowing what to do with my anger, I finally bought this axe at Karstadt to blow off steam and to give her at least a small feeling of loss – which she obviously did not have after our break-up.

In the 14 days of her holiday, every day I axed one piece of her furniture. I kept the remains there, as an expression of my inner condition. The more her room filled with chopped furniture acquiring the look of my soul, the better I felt. Two weeks after she left, she came back for the furniture. It was neatly arranged into small heaps and fragments of wood. She took that trash and left my apartment for good. The axe was promoted to a therapy instrument.

A Cell Phone

July 12, 2003 - April 14, 2004 

Zagreb, Croatia

It was 300 days too long. He gave me his cell phone so I couldn't call him any more.

A "MIRA FURLAN" Bowl

Almost 3 years, January 2003 – September 2005 

Ljubljana, Slovenia

You wanted me to bake bread. Because a woman kneading dough is so erotic, isn't she? You probably thought I’d work up such a sweat that it would drip from my breasts directly into the bowl. One summer day I dressed up only in an apron, just for you and the bowl. In three years I made bread five times in this bowl. It never was any good, always hard as a rock. I don’t know why. Maybe it is because the bowl is too small for kneading, or because I sometimes forgot to put in the yeast. Do you put an egg in bread? You were always eyeing me suspiciously when I was “getting to work”. You wanted me to be like Mira Furlan in the film “Lepota poroka”. But I’m not Mira Furlan. Now I know that the bread was bad because I was afraid that you would – like it happened in the film – smash it on my head with a hammer, if I happened to look at another boy for a tad too long. After that I only ate salad from the bowl for a while. I lost 21 kilograms. And the Furlan woman is not such a babe anymore.

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