Sito a Zagreb, in Croazia, il Museum of the Broken Relationships (Museo delle Relazioni finite) ospita una mostra permanente ed in continua evoluzione di oggetti simbolo di storie d’amore finite che vengono quotidianamente recapitati qui da tutto il mondo, accompagnati da un breve testo esplicativo.
Oggetti personali dimenticati o abbandonati dai legittimi proprietari sono qui presentati in teche di vetro dando vita cosi ad una “storia collettiva emozionale” che racconta di decine e decine di cuori spezzati.
Qui il sito ufficiale del museo.
The object: A mobile phone The caption: “It was 300 days too long. He gave me his cell phone so I couldn’t call him any more.”
Object: A glass horse The caption (abridged): I took a trip to Venice. I was admiring an artist who was making beautiful sculptures in glass. In front of us he was sculpting a beautiful horse. I said: Oh, I would be very happy if I had it. Then we returned to the city. It was a long walk back to our hotel. We didn’t talk a lot, but it was a peaceful time which both of us enjoyed. I was very happy. Just before we reached the hotel my husband kissed me on the cheek and gave me a small package. He said: Darling, I love you. I’ll never stop loving you. You are my life. I answered: Me too, dear. When we entered the room, I opened my gift and saw the little glass horse. 20 years later, I am divorced. His love disappeared like the wind. I put the glass horse into the box beside the wedding ring and shut it. I say to myself: Don’t cry! Tomorrow is a new day.
The object: Handcuffs Caption: Atam me… [we’re not sure what this means…]
The object: Molecular animal Caption: An animal constructed out of different objects (chemical puzzle) with eyes glued on and a piece of paper saying who gave me this present
The object: Wedding dress Caption (abridged): I wore this dress on August 20, 1994 in Kavala, Greece. We had 800 guests. A Greek magazine reported on the wedding of 3 countries. Our goal was a happy home with many children. But Mother Nature did not deliver… some things became clear on his side that moved me to separate and after a while to return to Germany, but not to my home town, Stuttgart. Berlin won me over and I am finding more and more in this town and in the people that love me.
Object: a teddy bear The caption: WHAT A LIE! LIES, DAMN LIES! Yes, it’s like that when you are young, naïve and in love. And you don’t realize your boyfriend started dating you just because he wanted to take you to bed! I got this teddy bear for Valentine’s. He survived on top of my closet in a plastic bag, because it wasn’t him who hurt me, but the idiot who left him behind.
The object: ‘A divorce day garden dwarf.’ Caption: 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.
The object: ‘An ex axe’ The caption (abridged): 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.
The object: A box made of matches The caption: November 15, 1975. Vlado made it after the wedding, when he was in the army. After 18 years of marriage he left me for another woman; we officially divorced after our 25th wedding anniversary. I decided to surprise him for the anniversary. I ordered a cake with the number 25 written on it and the pastry shop cut it in half. I sent him the half with the 25. Our sons celebrated our anniversary first with me and then with their father. He and his girlfriend were very shocked but they ate the cake anyway. The cake is gone and so is our marriage. I still have the box, two sons and a lot of memories…
The object: Underpants, Zagreb The caption: A size too small…but I didn’t mind at all.