I recently made a short trip to Bratislava, the capital of Slovakia. The city itself is pretty nice and has a warm and friendly feel. It's very reminiscent of my home city, and the Slovakian language and culture are similar to Croatian, so I felt like home there.
Apart from standard city sightseeing, one of the landmarks I visited was Slavin, a war memorial and military cemetery where Red Army soldiers, who died in 1945 during the battle for the liberation of Bratislava, are buried. It's situated within city limits, on a hill not far from the city center. I have a deep interest in history, so when I found out about Slavin while researching Bratislava on the Internet before my trip, I knew I had to go there and see what it's like.
I wasn't dissapointed. The cemetery is centered around a large pylon, on top of which is a sculpture of a Red Army soldier, who is hoisting the Soviet flag and crushing a swastika sign with his feet. Apart from this, in front of the central hall there are several mass graves. The names of every one of nearly 7,000 Red Army soldiers, who fell during the liberation of Bratislava, are inscripted on two large marble plates. The adjacent area is nicely decorated, like a small garden, with small trees and bushes. Being situated on top of a hill, the monument offers a beautiful view of Bratislava and its immediate surroundings when the weather is nice. Alltogether, it truly is a site to behold.
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The central hall with the monument
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The view of Bratislava from the terrace
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One of the two marble plates with names of the killed soldiers
Now, why am I writing this? Visiting Slavin had an effect on my perception of life. We all encounter problems in life. Some of them are small and insignificant, some of them are quite disturbing. I'm currently struggling with a personal problem that I can't exactly resolve on my own, and I have to admit it's been bothering me for quite some time now. Although it hasn't impacted my life in a big way, I still can't easily shake away the stress it causes.
However, while standing at Slavin and looking at the names of young men who were killed in combat there over 70 years ago, I had an epiphany: we as people all worry too much about things that are really insignificant, compared to what our forefathers had to endure. We worry about having a cold, about whether we'll have time to go out this weekend and game chicks, about the migrant crisis. We get pissed off when our air conditioning fails during summer, and curse life for not being able to finaly earn that promotion at work.
And yet, we've been born in the best time possible! There are no immediate existential threats to our security. We have adequate housing, health care, central heating and means of transportation. We don't have to fight in wars. We have friends, families, and we can afford a quality of life our grandparents could only have dreamed about. Actually, we should be happy as fuck all the time! And yet we're not.
Compare what we have, to what those poor guys whose names are inscripted on that plate had. The majority of them were born just in time to witness the horrors of Communism under Stalinist rule during childhood. And just as they entered adulthood, instead of enjoying life and pursuing chicks, they got conscripted in the Red Army and sent to fight the Third Reich all across Europe, from the banks of the Volga up to the gates of Vienna. They endured bitter cold and scortching heat, torrential rains and severe blizzards. Instead of cozy apartments with central heating, they had to make do with improvised tents in the cold. And instead of living long enough to see their grandchildren grow into adults, they got gunned down by the Wehrmacht on some God-forsaken plain near Bratislava.
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Look at that list, full of men who got killed in their 20s and 30s...chilling. Rest in peace guys.
Still think we have it difficult in life? I sure as hell don't.
What I saw at Slavin helped me to learn how to accept my problems and put them aside, and become more grateful for what I already have. I'm sure it can have the same effect on anyone. Europe is full of war memorials such as this one – Omaha Beach in Normandy, trenches near Verdun, the remnants of the battlefields around Soča river etc...almost wherever you go, you can find one. So if you find yourself near one of them, go for a visit. You'll learn some history, and maybe get a new outlook on life like I did.
And afterwards, you can go and continue kicking ass in life with even more vigor than before. As they say in that song...don't worry. Be happy!
Apart from standard city sightseeing, one of the landmarks I visited was Slavin, a war memorial and military cemetery where Red Army soldiers, who died in 1945 during the battle for the liberation of Bratislava, are buried. It's situated within city limits, on a hill not far from the city center. I have a deep interest in history, so when I found out about Slavin while researching Bratislava on the Internet before my trip, I knew I had to go there and see what it's like.
I wasn't dissapointed. The cemetery is centered around a large pylon, on top of which is a sculpture of a Red Army soldier, who is hoisting the Soviet flag and crushing a swastika sign with his feet. Apart from this, in front of the central hall there are several mass graves. The names of every one of nearly 7,000 Red Army soldiers, who fell during the liberation of Bratislava, are inscripted on two large marble plates. The adjacent area is nicely decorated, like a small garden, with small trees and bushes. Being situated on top of a hill, the monument offers a beautiful view of Bratislava and its immediate surroundings when the weather is nice. Alltogether, it truly is a site to behold.
![[Image: 14b51e5a30.jpg]](https://i.imgsafe.org/14b51e5a30.jpg)
The central hall with the monument
![[Image: 14c213726a.jpg]](https://i.imgsafe.org/14c213726a.jpg)
The view of Bratislava from the terrace
![[Image: 14e4462c61.jpg]](https://i.imgsafe.org/14e4462c61.jpg)
One of the two marble plates with names of the killed soldiers
Now, why am I writing this? Visiting Slavin had an effect on my perception of life. We all encounter problems in life. Some of them are small and insignificant, some of them are quite disturbing. I'm currently struggling with a personal problem that I can't exactly resolve on my own, and I have to admit it's been bothering me for quite some time now. Although it hasn't impacted my life in a big way, I still can't easily shake away the stress it causes.
However, while standing at Slavin and looking at the names of young men who were killed in combat there over 70 years ago, I had an epiphany: we as people all worry too much about things that are really insignificant, compared to what our forefathers had to endure. We worry about having a cold, about whether we'll have time to go out this weekend and game chicks, about the migrant crisis. We get pissed off when our air conditioning fails during summer, and curse life for not being able to finaly earn that promotion at work.
And yet, we've been born in the best time possible! There are no immediate existential threats to our security. We have adequate housing, health care, central heating and means of transportation. We don't have to fight in wars. We have friends, families, and we can afford a quality of life our grandparents could only have dreamed about. Actually, we should be happy as fuck all the time! And yet we're not.
Compare what we have, to what those poor guys whose names are inscripted on that plate had. The majority of them were born just in time to witness the horrors of Communism under Stalinist rule during childhood. And just as they entered adulthood, instead of enjoying life and pursuing chicks, they got conscripted in the Red Army and sent to fight the Third Reich all across Europe, from the banks of the Volga up to the gates of Vienna. They endured bitter cold and scortching heat, torrential rains and severe blizzards. Instead of cozy apartments with central heating, they had to make do with improvised tents in the cold. And instead of living long enough to see their grandchildren grow into adults, they got gunned down by the Wehrmacht on some God-forsaken plain near Bratislava.
![[Image: 14b98d91f2.jpg]](https://i.imgsafe.org/14b98d91f2.jpg)
Look at that list, full of men who got killed in their 20s and 30s...chilling. Rest in peace guys.
Still think we have it difficult in life? I sure as hell don't.
What I saw at Slavin helped me to learn how to accept my problems and put them aside, and become more grateful for what I already have. I'm sure it can have the same effect on anyone. Europe is full of war memorials such as this one – Omaha Beach in Normandy, trenches near Verdun, the remnants of the battlefields around Soča river etc...almost wherever you go, you can find one. So if you find yourself near one of them, go for a visit. You'll learn some history, and maybe get a new outlook on life like I did.
And afterwards, you can go and continue kicking ass in life with even more vigor than before. As they say in that song...don't worry. Be happy!