In July of
2006, I had the opportunity to return to Vojvodina. Since we would be
driving along the Danube to see the Iron Gates I figured why not drive
to Novi Sad after a visit to Bulgaria. (For the life of me I still don’t
know why my friend who came to Europe with me was so adamant about seeing
them). I had hoped to visit Novi Sad on my first visit to Vojvodina
due to the fact that my friend Gabriel Koljesar described it as the
diamond of the Danube. Unfortunately, I hadn’t had the opportunity to
do so and didn’t want to pass it up this time. I asked Gabriel what
sites I should visit while there and if he would arrange for our friend
Evgeny Medjesi from Ruski Kerestur to take me to visit Rusyn villages.
We entered Serbia from Naidas to Bela Crkva,
then to Smederevo, later picking up the toll road to Belgrade. Our friend,
Dan Comanescu, who runs a travel agency in Baia Mare, Romania did the
driving. All of us were impressed by the roads - some of the best in
Eastern Europe. The countryside was beautiful. I don’t know what I expected
eastern Serbia to look like but I sure was surprised as to the beauty
of the land. Dan was also pleasantly surprised. As we drove through
several of the villages, I noticed square corn cribs as beautiful as
the houses; corn cribs in America are not as pretty and usually not
so large. I wanted to stop to take a photo of one but Dan kept driving
through village after village until I had had enough and yelled STOI!
I finally took my photo of a corn crib.
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Beautiful
big corn cribs in Serbia
Вельки,
красни чардаки полни кукурици дзешка у Сербиї
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We headed to Belgrade and when we started driving
through the city we were impressed by the hustle and bustle – shades
of New York City .Belgrade seemed to be a much warmer city than Bucharest.
Ceausescu had much of the historic district in Bucharest torn down after
the March 1977 earthquake. Most of the buildings which he had removed
were not damaged. In place of them, he had the Parliament building constructed
which is the second largest building in the world. Bucharest must also
possess the largest traffic circle which is located near the building.
One has to be a very good driver to circle around it. We picked up a
local radio station which had people calling in and saying dobry dan,
dobry dan, dobry dan. This went on and on and I kept saying where the
heck did they get dan for day. Of course, Dan was amused by all of this
and I told him that they were calling him good Dan. He managed to get
us through Belgrade and on our way to Novi Sad. On the outskirts of
the city I noticed this beautiful highway sign which I wanted to stop
and take a picture of. However, when Dan is in a rush it is difficult
to make him stop the car so there went my Kodak moment. I had made reservations
at the Hotel Park before embarking to Europe. I didn’t know anything
about the place just that it was supposed to be close to the town center.
As it turned out, it was a good thing that I had done this because a
major rock concert was going to descend on Novi Sad in the ensuing days.
It took a while to find the hotel due to the placement of signs indicating
where it was. We finally made it and after settling up with Dan headed
into town.
A visit to the Greek Catholic Church was my number
one priority. Novi Sad is a swinging place. You couldn’t help but notice
this upon entering the pedestrian zone. The area was jammed with people.
It certainly beats downtown Kosice by offering a mix of many restaurants,
shops, ice cream parlors, historical buildings and did I mention ice
cream parlors? I’ve never seen so many and each offering its own varieties.
I usually only eat ice cream in Europe because it beats anything in
America, especially the lemon flavor which is not found here. I think
we stopped and sampled something from almost everyone. I could rate
which parlor had the best lemon. We kept asking for directions to the
church and everyone was incorrect so we came back to the pedestrian
zone and asked a young man in charge of a magazine kiosk. He knew exactly
where it was and gave us perfect directions.
As I was photographing the outside of the church,
I saw a lady who was cleaning the interior and asked her if I could
photograph the inside. She unlocked the church gates and also bought
a nun to meet us who spoke English. I told her that we were from America
and that I was Rusyn. We proceeded into the church singing Ja
Rusyn Byl. I had finally found someone in Eastern Europe as fanatical
about their ethnic heritage as I am. I took a few photos, left a contribution
for the church and sister gave us a religious medal. The church must
have been refurbished in the past several years because the mosaics
on the outside looked relatively new. I’ve only seen the same type on
our cathedral in Uzhorod and they have only been installed within the
past five years.
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Greek
Catholic church in Novi Sad
Наша
церква у Новим Садзе
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We then headed back into the city to try to find
Petrovaradin Fortress. Gabriel stated that this was one feature we had
to visit. We found a tourist shop and asked the lady how to get there.
After getting maps and directions, I noticed that the Greek Catholic
Church was not listed and told her that it should be so that tourists
can locate it. She proceeded to tell me that there are no such things
as Greek Catholics in Novi Sad. There are only Greek Orthodox in this
city. I told the lady she better get with it and learn something about
the ethnic minorities which live in the city. I refused to listen
to her diatribes and stormed out of the building. I was fuming! How
can the city have such idiots running a tourist center who don’t know
what they are talking about.
After this event, Roxy and I headed to Petrovaradin
Fortress. I don’t like visiting castles because I feel if you see one
you see them all, but perhaps there would be something different about
this one. Upon arriving at the new Petrovaradin Bridge and viewing the
fortress from across the Danube, I couldn’t understand what was so wonderful
about it. The walk over the bridge and the views of the river and bridges
from the fortress were worth more than the fortress itself. We had been
told by the woman at the tourist agency that the fortress was closed
due to the impending rock concert. However, she was incorrect. We walked
up the stairs and into the fortress. It was a letdown. The place resembles
no other castle that I have been to in Eastern Europe, in that there
wasn’t much there. The new bridge has a monument to the individual who
was killed by the NATO bombings as he was crossing it. That was more
valuable than the fortress because it illustrates the stupidity of what
NATO did and the lack of thought as to what it would do economically
to the people and region.
Roxy and I headed back to the pedestrian zone
and continued sightseeing and checking out the ice cream stands as we
walked back to the hotel. The Park Hotel has to be one of the best kept
secrets in Europe. It is very reasonable for a five star hotel – much
more reasonable than the Hotel Slovan in Kosice and most of the hotels
in Budapest. The rooms were very quiet, loaded with thick towels and
all kinds of toiletries, and amenities. The staff was wonderful as was
the service. Their breakfast is in a league by itself. It is truly a
jewel and I would return in a gnat’s eyelash.
Later that evening, I met up with Boris Varga and we walked to the Rusyn
Cultural Center. I would never have been able to find that place on
my own. Boris is the editor of MAK and discussed with me what is happening
with the Rusyn Community in Novi Sad. I met his future father-in-law
at the center and also was able to obtain a new Cervena Ruza Festival
poster for my office. The only thing that surprised me was the number
of people who were smoking in the place - many young people. In America,
smoking is off limits in almost all public places so it is very noticeable
when you come into a room where it is occurring. While it was nice to
visit, I was happy to leave and get out of the smoky environment. On
our way back to the hotel, we talked about the Rusyn situation and I
soon discovered that Boris and I are on the same wavelength. His views
about culture including language and folk music are totally different
from some of our hot shot young Rusyns in America. He firmly believes
in our folk music and promulgation of the language. His comments were
nice to hear because the future of the Rusyn culture in Vojvodina will
be dependent on individuals like him. Later we stopped at his apartment.
He went down an alley and up into the apartment to pick up several Rusyn
publications which he gave to me.
The next morning we met Evgeny Medjesi and his
son Geno (Junior) who would be our interpreter. We were going to Djurdjevo
to visit the church. Most of our churches in Slovakia and Ukraine are
located on hills. It seems strange to find village churches near the
road with no need to navigate steep hillsides, cemeteries and fences.
The front of the church in Djudjevo is surrounded by a concrete walk
rather than grass which also is not indicative of many Rusyn churches
which I have visited – especially the wooden ones. Since I wanted to
go inside the church, we contacted the priest, Fr. Mihajlo Holosnjaj.
Once inside, I noticed various types of cushions on the seats and asked
the priest if the people pay for their pews as is the custom in Kucura.
He told me that they do. After photographing the church we went to the
church museum which is being moved from one building to another. Fr.
Mihajlo has put together a nice
collection of artifacts from the region. They just need to be catalogued
and housed so that one can see each object rather than the way they
are scattered about. Eventually the church will have a nice museum.
How many Greek Catholic churches can boast of having an ethnic museum?
I don’t know of any. I just think it is great that the priest has such
a great interest and enthusiasm for doing this and wish him the best
in this
endeavor. We also were taken to a new dormitory which the church built
for visitors. The accommodations are better than a lot of hotels.
I had asked Fr. to explain why the Greek Catholic
Churches in Vojvodina are the only ones having the third bar on the
cross slanted. No other Greek Catholic churches in Europe have a slanted
bar. He really never answered my question but instead showed me some
of his collection of Duchnovich’s prayer books which have the slanted
bar. Even the wooden church in Duchnovich’s native village of Topola
has the third bar straight across and all of the villages where he served
as a priest have the crosses likewise. My view is that the Greek Catholics
had to distinguish their churches from the Orthodox and to show their
union with Rome, they adopted the cross with a non slanted bottom bar.
Since the Rusyns in Vojvodina were isolated from their brethren in other
parts of the Austro-Hungarian Empire, they adopted their own church
architecture.
The Greek Catholic Churches in Vojvodina are
in many aspects totally different from their counterparts in Eastern
Europe. In other aspects, they are indicative of main-line Protestant
churches in America. Paying for your family to sit in a particular pew
is not a Catholic custom in America but main-line Protestant
Fr. Mihajlo then invited us into the rectory for some kombuha. I had
no idea what this was and Henc tried to convince me that everyone in
the area makes it and even described its preparation. It was considered
a great herbal remedy. I still refused to try it due to the fact that
I had no idea what it would do to my system. Instead I was offered homemade
raspberry syrup in water. No comments. It seemed as if Fr. Holosnjaj
didn’t want us to leave – we spent several hours at that parish. He
also presented me with a Zbornik for my father. My father, who is a
cantor, stated that it was a beautiful piece of work. We later met his
father who is a priest and several of his father’s grandchildren who
were visiting and staying in the dormitories. These children spoke perfect
English and had no trouble interacting with us. They told us what a
great time they had in the village and how much they enjoyed it. I know
of very few American youngsters their age who would spend a summer in
a village to get away from city life. There was no bickering among the
siblings – they got along fine. They even did some translating for us
and were happy for the opportunity to speak English to native speakers.
We eventually bid dovidzenja and Roxy promised to write to them in English
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The church in Gospodjinci
Церква
у Ґосподїнцох
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We then headed to see the church in Gospodjinci,
however no one could find anyone who had the key so I only filmed the
outside of the church. Since everyone was getting hungry we headed for
Henc’s house in Ruski Kerestur. As usual, his wife, Melanija overdid
it; she made enough food for an army. This was good for Geno because
it meant he would have plenty to take to Novi Sad and share with his
brother. After lunch we went over to the school to see Eygeny’s
room; later a lady from school presented me with some of that illusive
Rusyn embroidery and also a doll in handmade clothing representing I
think a wedding outfit. Henc stated that I could carry it on the plane
– right away. I wrapped it up and stuck it in my overweight suitcase.
It arrived home in great shape. I thank the people from Petro Kuzmjak
for their kindness and generosity.
After lunch, we headed to a farm on the outskirts
of Ruski Kerestur. I believe the person who lives there grows his own
food and can sustain himself, however, since no one was home, I really
had no idea for Henc’s purpose of the visit. So we walked from the farm
along a path to the canal. It was a nice walk through the woods. We
came upon several individuals who were fishing but didn’t notice if
anyone had caught any fish. It was a beautiful day to be out and about.
The one thing I noticed this summer in Ruski
Kerestur and its environs was that there was no burning of the wheat
fields. What a difference in the air quality! No black particles falling
on you while walking or sitting outside. However, those damn doves are
still there.
As with my first visit to Serbia (Vojvodina),
the people couldn’t have been nicer. Everywhere we went even the children
(most of who spoke English) were great. When Americans who I work with
and even fellow Carpatho Rusyn members ask me if I feel safe in Eastern
Europe, I always wonder why. I have always felt at home whenever I am
in areas where Rusyns live and have lived. A big part of this is due
to the wonderful people I have met and continue to meet. Boris didn’t
know me from a hill of beans yet he took the time and spent several
hours with me walking the streets of Novi Sad pointing out Rusyn areas,
also telling me about his work with the magazine Mak, his meeting with
Dr. Magosci, his education at the University of Lviv, his journalism
experiences and how he came to write for Rusyn publications after pursuing
a career writing for Ukrainian publications.
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So-called "siroke" (wide part)
of canal DTD
Такволане
"широке" на беґелю Дунай-Тиса-Дунай при Р. Керестуре
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It is unfortunate that too many Carpatho Rusyn
Americans don’t want to travel to stari kraj. I feel sorry for them
because they are missing out on some of the most beautiful areas in
Europe, not to mention the people themselves. We have an annual CRS
Heritage Tour which only targets Poland, Ukraine, and Slovakia. What
about Hungary, Romania, Serbia and even Croatia? Ruski Kerestur should
be on the tour; members would love Novi Sad and let’s not forget Djurdjevo,
Kucera, Verbas, and so many others. The old architecture in the towns
is certainly on equal footing with that of other Rusyn areas; the music
is a little different from other regions although the Carpatho Rusyn
internet radio show has been playing a lot of music from Vojvodina in
the past year or so, so why not a visit to the Cervena Ruza festival
to broaden their horizons? This summer Henc and Boris and several other
individuals biked from Ruski Kerestur to Medzilaborce in order
to attend the Rusyn Festival of Culture and Sport. I wonder if that
event will make our newsletter. I doubt if we have many members in the
same shape as Henc who would be capable of doing it, however, I thought
it was a great feat because I know from driving through much of that
area what they had to endure on their bikes. There needs to be more
communication between Rusyns in America and Europe so that everyone
is aware of what each has to offer.
Since no other country takes dinars (can’t understand
why), I guess I will have to return someday to spend them. With the
rising prices of EU countries, Vojvodina is a likely place to visit.
I was asked by that young man who told us how
to get to the Greek Catholic Church wasn’t I afraid to talk to him?
I asked why. He expressed concern about the Serbian reputation due to
what transpired under Milosevic. I told him that he had nothing to do
with it and that kind of stuff doesn’t bother me. As stated earlier,
I was surprised by the hustle and bustle all over Serbia.
Considering all the sanctions which were placed
on the country this is amazing. Serbia certainly shows a vibrancy which
is lacking in several newly appointed EU members. This points to the
resiliency of the people and thus should place the country and its’
Rusyn areas as future places to visit. Are you game?
See
the Official Web site of Ruski Kerestur