Bratislava-Košice (back and forth)
Robert Fico, ex-Prime Minister of Slovak Republic spoke about illusory motorway D1 in 2007. He said that it will connect western and eastern Slovakia by 2010. It has never happened.
I couldn´t help myself but wonder, what it would be, if it worked out. Whether the motorway delete or at least eliminate the differences between slovak regions and Bratislava as the capital of Slovakia. How would people think, what would they do and how would they perceive the country they live in. Would they understand Slovakia the same way as they did nowadays? Would be Bratislava stop pretend to be a small state in the big one?
On the Bratislava-Košice trainline, I watch the country, people and situation. I am actually looking for the definition of what it means to be Slovak.
In my opinion, it could only be understood if I knew the country I lived in. Slovakia has changed a lot over the last two years, we have made very important steps through the incidents that happened. First of all, it was the murder of Ján Kuciak and Martina Kušnírová that moved the country forward. The killing led to widespread anti-corruption protests that forced then-Prime Minister Robert Fico and the country’s chief of police to step down. On the other hand it brought the rise of extreme nationalism and hatred against minorities and ethnic groups.
My previous projects have been dealing with the issue of false and empty self-determination of Slovaks. Bratislava- Košice (back and forth) shows Slovakia in a portrait series. My goal is to show the people who embody all those already mentioned events. They are bitterly sad, sometimes smiling, but still a little crooked.
The radial from west to east offered me to capture people in their natural environment, not situationally, but rather story-like. These are not moments that once happen and then disappear. Each of them carry its own story with a reference to the past and a transition to the future.
The project Bratislava-Košice (back and forth) is the big portrait of Slovakia, which I composed from many significant moments. If someone asked me how many hours I have spent in the car, I would answer that I have no idea. It was a lot.