On my last free day in Zagreb, I went to the Museum of Broken Relationships, and was very glad I did. I combined that with a gratuitous but important ride on the Zagreb Funicular (Zagrebačka uspinjača). Reputedly the shortest public-transport funicular in the world, it’s only 66 meters long and takes 64 seconds to make a very short climb—a climb you could make by walking up the adjacent stairs in about two minutes. (It travels from the “lower town” to the “upper town”.) It was built in 1890 and was originally steam-powered but now runs on electricity. In 1969 it was renovated, taking four years to resume operation. Preserving the original appearance and much of the “constructional properties,” it’s now a national cultural monument.
I wanted to film the ride, so I bought a 5-kuna (80¢) ticket and rode it up. Here are some photos and a film of the ride.
The entrance (yes, that’s the top right above):
The ticket:
View from inside going up:
Side view (I love the old-fashioned shape). There’s only one rider; after all, you can walk down in a minute!
Top view: There’s a trip every 10 minutes, with one car going up and the other down. Here they pass each other:
And the video of the whole trip—just about a minute long:
Close to the upper “station” of the tram is one of the strangest and most affecting museums I’ve seen, The Museum of Broken Relationships. Opened in 2010 (there’s a knock-off copy in Los Angeles), it highlights objects involved with unsuccessful relationships, along with written statements from those involved about the meaning of those objects. The stories are almost all deeply moving, and not all of them are about amorous relationships. There are failed parent-child relationships, with parents dying, children being estranged, and so on. Wikipedia adds this:
In May 2011, the Museum of Broken Relationships received the Kenneth Hudson Award, given out by the European Museum Forum (EMF). The award goes to “a museum, person, project or group of people who have demonstrated the most unusual, daring and, perhaps, controversial achievement that challenges common perceptions of the role of museums in society”, rating the “importance of public quality and innovation as fundamental elements of a successful museum”. The EMF’s judging panel noted:
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The Museum of Broken Relationships encourages discussion and reflection not only on the fragility of human relationships but also on the political, social, and cultural circumstances surrounding the stories being told. The museum respects the audience’s capacity for understanding wider historical, social issues inherent to different cultures and identities and provides a catharsis for donors on a more personal level.
Here’s the entrance. It’s not a large museum; you can see everything in about an hour even with careful reading, but I’m told that the Museum has a huge collection donated largely by heartbroken lovers, and it’s stored in a warehouse (they rotate some of the items):
Some explanation about the items, and an interior view. Note the asymmetrical sex ratio of donors (lower right):
I’m going to show just three items and their explanation today; I figured that I have enough photos to put up one object per day for at least ten days. I think they’re more poignant when displayed singly like that.
Object #1 and explanation (each one gives the duration of the relationship):
Object #3 and explanation:
There’s a book, too, in which people leave their own tales:
“We will never break off!” I don’t think that’s a good prediction. . . . 
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I can see how that museum could keep one enthralled for hours. I like the mixture of pathos and humor.
And thanks for the virtual tram ride.
Unusual and interesting, that “thing” that makes the world go round.
“We will never break off”
i wonder how the ended. Not good i suspect.
That caterpillar ritual seems morbid.
The axe has my imagination going ~ “used only for therapeutic purposes”
I’m not in love with the concept of this museum – ‘breakups’ are banal in their expression & I don’t want to be a part of it. e.g. Phil Collins’ solo work [& his Swiss mega-millions] are the cloying, sick fruit of the tree of loss. I’ve wondered how often artistes have set ‘relationships’ alight – material for the next poem or album.
You channeling Patrick Bateman, Michael?
Here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_yM7Xe3HrT8
Strange that you should notice that! An interesting, accidental intersection I think – unless my subconscious led me to it. In the American Psycho video: I am amused at Phil Collins using ‘gated reverb’ drum samples & that CR-78 drum machine snare drum effect [In The Air Tonight] – defining all that crap 80s music. Phil is proud of it of course though it led to the demise of the human drummer – not much mainstream good drumming today.
I read the book [skipping through the second half quickly] & although I realise it’s a satire on consumerism, I was bored by the endless lists of fashion labels & the hellish, remote, yuppie 2D characters. That’s the purpose of the book – to paint that world, but no engagement for the dear reader. Great Gatsby covered the same ground [almost] better.
Do you know (of) the drummer Corky Laing of Mountain (Mississippi Queen) fame? Got to know him over a number of summers at a lake north of Toronto where we both took our kids. Very funny (in a good sense), talented guy. Haven’t seen him in 20+ years though I understand he had heroin issues.
I have Mountain’s album Nantucket Sleighride – very good album & all four play very well & the tracks are SHORT in an era when meandering digressions were the thing. I don’t know Corky as such, but I like his restrained style – I imagine he’s not an ego monster from that fact. He liked a bit of cowbell which is a very good thing.
Mighty Canada Bands: Rush, NY & Crazy Horse, Steppenwolf & The Band. – Then you go & spoil it all with Bachman-Turner Overdrive & that Alanis creature!
Corky’s originally from Montreal (his real name is Lawrence but in his little brother’s mouth it came out Corky) but think formed Mountain in NYC? Leslie West and someone else. He and his ex, Francine, had a place on Nantucket. Has lived in Toronto for quite a while. When my son was a teen he was thrilled to be given some of Corky’s signature sticks by the man himself. I’m sure there’s ego there, but it was not demonstrated among us normal(ish) folks by Lake Joseph.
I’ve always thought “Mississippi Queen” need more cowbell. 🙂
Meandering as in Pink Floyd?
@Merilee That’s good meandering – the early Floyd setting controls for the heart of the sun type thing. The bad meandering is each band member in turn doing a solo. When you think about it, it’s such a weird indulgence in rock or blues going against the way those songs are constructed – to be simple & repetitive.
I just listened to the Byrds’ 8 miles high, but a 1970 live version around 17 minutes long… pointless embroidery throughout.
Never had much patience for much Floyd or Moody Blues, especially since the guy in the flat next to me in Berkeley played MB endlessly and loudly. Love Byrds, but probably the shorter version. Maybe why I’m not a big Wagner fan: it goes on and On and ON.
David Foster Wallace — for my money, the best of that generation of American novelists — referred to the early works of Brett Easton Ellis and Jay McInerney and Tama Janowitz as “Neiman Marcus nihilism.” (A bit catty, sure, but a pretty funny line and accurate description.)
Very good! Sounds right.
Haven’t read it all yet but I suspect I’m going to agree with Wallace.
I order in what way is it an “ex” axe. Like an ex-parrot pining for the fjords?
I wondered if it’s a Croatian grammar translation blip.
I meant “wonder”…
I thought the same. I wouldn’t want to be in a relationship with a person willing to maim such a cute caterpillar.
There’s a tram kind of like that in Los Angeles.
Angels Flight. Also a novel of the same name Angels Flight: A Harry Bosch Novel by Michael Connelly.
I love the Harry Bosch novels – the TV show Bosch is sacrilege.
Yup, Angel’s Flight! I love Harry Bosch, too. Read maybe 20 of Connelly’s Bosch and Haller novels. I don’t find the tv series a sacrilege, once I got used to the actors. I like J. Edgar and the lesbian lieutenant and Lance Reddick, even though they are not quite how I pictured them. The teenaged Maddie is terrific ( and not to forget Crate and Barrel).
OK – will give another go. I watched one episode on Netflix.
IT got much better for me. The guy who plays Bosch wasn’t at all like I expected, but he grew on me.
The jazz collection was wrong – I preferred the selections in the books. And the real Harry [in the books] is far more cerebral & turned inwards – PTSD contained cynicism.
I’m a jazz fan but probably not as knowledgeable as you. Didn’t notice the discrepancy.
Angels Flight is usually out of order. Not sure now. But it reopened after a long closure back in March 2010. A few days before the official opening, Michael Connelly got it to run for Left Coast Crime convention folks, hosted by Michael (and paid for by him, I guess). The next time we were at the Omni Hotel (at the top of Angels flight), it was closed.
Cool that Connelly was there.
I can’t imagine a museum that could possibly appeal to me less. It’s a fantastic idea, but I don’t think I could handle it!
I was in tears before the end of the first photo in this post. I expect I’d be a wreck at the real thing. It’s a great idea, but hits too close to home.
Too bad, BJ, I hear they’re thinking of dedicating a new wing to your college years. 🙂
They’ll need a hell of a lot more funding!
(Nah, I imagine my college years were pretty average. A few girlfriends. Nothing to write home about)
But you, with your silver tongue…who knows what you got up to…
I was never all that smooth talking to women; best I could usually hope for was to make ’em laugh a little.
Whilst visiting the ‘old town’ in Tallin, Estonia, I was handed a flyer for a museum of medieval torture implements. I thimk that might possibly be less appealing.
Here’s Zagreb from a terrain perspective:
https://flic.kr/p/Q9JYoo
Mountain to the north & river to the south with a jump in elevation along the East-West road where you see the word “Zagreb”.
Thw funicular is roughly south of the “g” & it’s laid out south to north. It’s the safest transport system in the world – not one reported injury!
Lower Town is south of that road [shops & markets]
Upper Town is north of that road [at the time of the building of the funicular, I am guessing that the posh lived up high away from smelly markets & where there’s a breeze as it’s humid in Summer]
It resembles Liverpool where if you’re walking downhill you’re heading river-wards & the rich live up the hill on the high ground where the cathedrals are [churches & cathedrals are always on high ground if ‘height’ exists]
A similar function, then, to the one at Bridgnorth:
Length: 201 feet (61 m)
Height: 111 feet (34 m)
Maximum Steepness: 64%
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bridgnorth_Cliff_Railway
There may be a shorter one somewhere (somehow, that seems to me to be an odd distinction to claim)
cr
Exactly! The Bridgenorth one is quainter somehow – the lettering on the sides for example. Bridgenorth is the preferred habitat of the lesser spotted Radio 6 Music DJ, rich rock musos & the pro footballer. 40 miles west of me. Here’s a nice video featuring the voice of a lady with a Black Country accent [Like Brummie, but ‘unflattened’]:
https://youtu.be/bv3uD_YCeWg
Complete with “tara”.
Where Scarlett would think about it tomorrow?
😂
And Rhett wouldn’t give a damn that tara=tata.
Or “tara a bit” [see you later] is popular
Your terrain map reminded me that, when I was a kid and would go visit my paternal grandparents, every so often they’d get in a bit of row. When they did, they’d switch to speaking Slovenian, so we grandkids wouldn’t know what they were saying. If my dad was around, he’d translate for me. Eventually, because my grandmother had come from a town a few kilometers away from my grandfather and a little further up the foothills of the Julian Alps, my grandpa would get around to calling her something in Slovenian that roughly translated to “hillbilly.”
One time she went to the public library and looked it up and it turned out his hometown actually had a slightly higher elevation than hers. 🙂
I’m sure she let him know pronto😬
As bad as the Scottish & Sicilians for ‘splits’ & feuds I guess. Might it be the hilly environment? Are the Swiss like that I wonder?
The Swiss? Known for their neutrality, aren’t they? 🙂
Considering that their country consists of three different foreign-speaking areas (plus Romansch) and is divided by the main chain of the Alps, it’s really rather remarkable that the Swiss Federation has held together so long.
cr
It works because the German speaking majority does not give a damn of what happens in the latin areas of the country, and viceversa. And because Swiss people would not like to live in a neighbouring country having the same language: by definition everything works badly in France, Italy, Austria or Germany: and if something is not good in Switzerland then, by definition, it must be even worse in the neighbouring countries (except for downhill skiing or football). So we stick together.
When I wrote “Swiss people” I meant “average Swiss people”. I am an outlier.
From Leonard Cohen’s “The Ballad Of The Ancient Mare”, which is vibrant with visual allusions to old cowboy movies. Cohen’s broken relationships all seem to end so lightly.
… he binds himself
To the galloping mare
And she binds herself
To the rider there
And there is no space
But there’s left and right
And there is no time
But there’s day and night
And he leans on her neck
And he whispers low
“whither thou goest
I will go”
And they turn as one
And they head for the plain
No need for the whip
Ah, no need for the rein
Now the clasp of this union
Who fastens it tight?
Who snaps it asunder
The very next night
Some say the rider
Some say the mare
Or that love’s like the smoke
Beyond all repair
Count on the Croatians to take the fun out of funicular.
Ouch!
lol
Weird and wonderful, both museum and funicular.
Who is it that uses the funicular the most, I wonder? Tourists perhaps, and I imagine it would be quite beneficial to the elderly or those with knee or back issues. As for the museum, it makes me want to donate my handmade Groucho doll. It’s all I have left of a brief but lovely relationship that I still wish could have been more… she could have at least made me the rest of the Marx Bros. before she broke my heart!
À propos of kitties ( always on topic) a vet friend on Maui just sent me this wonderful Italian word:
https://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/sgattaiolare
Notice the “gatta” in the middle.
Please note from the Roolz that I discourage people from taking over threads, i.e., posting more than 10-15% of the total comments on them. This is to encourage a diversity of opinions and try to keep a person or group of people from taking over a thread and having personal conversations on it.
There is also a funicular rail car in Pittsburgh, PA. A lovely ride.
https://images.search.yahoo.com/search/images?p=funicular+in+pittsburgh&fr=mcasa&imgurl=http%3A%2F%2Fstatic.thousandwonders.net%2FDuquesne.Incline.original.14642.jpg#id=6&iurl=http%3A%2F%2Fstatic.thousandwonders.net%2FDuquesne.Incline.original.14642.jpg&action=click
Are the photos of dark-skies-in-the-thirties still up?