A few months after he died, and about a month after my heart attack, my cousin called me to ask if I could photograph her father's home with all the things he managed to collect over the years. My cousin, her partner, their daughter and I set of to Trbovlje. We came to a small house, which I saw for the first time and when we entered I could see the wonderful home that Marko had made for himself, with a million of little mementos, walls that he painted with abstract patterns, furniture he made himself and billions of knick-knacks. I can't really explain all the feelings that passed though my body on this Friday. Some were pleasant, some were sad, it was like saying goodbye to Mare once again. But, overall we had a nice time, remembering him, together with his family. I don't believe in the soul going to some sort of afterlife, so the best I can hope for is that Mare led a life he enjoyed, and as most of us, I guess he had his good and bad times, but I do believe he lived his life as he wanted to and that is something that should be celebrated.
