After the bank, we went to the Partisan's war memorial commemorating soldiers from WWII. It's a beautifully artistic site, composed of flagstone walls and walkways curving up a hillside, and with water running down into a pool at the lowest level. Unfortunately, however, the Partisans have become unpopular among the local population, and the monument has been almost completely trashed. In fact, it's become a local hangout complete with broken glass, joints, and heroine needles. It's still lovely, but the blatant disrespect for and destruction of such a sacred place seems to negate the presence of any change in the people's minds.
It's hard for me, as a relative "outsider" fully understand the meaning of and stories behind places like this, as often as I see them. So, I'll let the pictures speak for themselves, and let you take something from them if you can.
The bank from outside.
The second floor, the only one in which the offices are still "intact." The strange thing is that although some of these papers are clearly from during the war, others are dated 1996 or 1997...and the war ended in 1995. We've speculated that either this one corridor has been left as an unofficial museum, or that perhaps the offices were used as a documentary set and the newer papers were added than. Any way you look at it, it's a very surreal and vaguely disturbing place.
A view of old and new...the shattered window of the bank framing another ruin and the park built just last year.
...And the Partisans' memorial. Notice the graffiti and broken stones.
Remnants of the reflecting pool...full of alcohol and rainwater.
And still lovely, in spite of it all.