Top 10 Destinations

If you want to understand the presence it is inevitable to go back to the past. You should walk from the beginning if you want to reach the end. You should acknowledge and understand the first step so you could understand the once that you are supposed to make, to understand what it was and what it is now. All that at the end will bring you to the knowledge that the past and the future very easy, can become a part of your presence.

The mountain Pelister is a part of the mountain Baba, in southwest Macedonia. It is proclaimed as a National park in 1948, because of the rare national wealths in it: molika forests-reliquity from tercier flora, granite stones and their morphologic relief, especially glacial relief in the alpic part of the mountain.

Each of us, even though we endlessly love the future, wants to look into the past and to feel its scent and to hear its sounds.
Every stone in the courtyard of this object, every door that opens in front of us preserves the sounds of the past and those of the future. In its bosom it protects the centuries and the stories about the long existence. It knows all of the stories and unselfishly gives them to anyone that wants to hear them.

Every building has its own story that is passed from one generation to the other. Its truthfulness is never checked because the stories are supposed to be narrated. The only unsolved story about this Clock Tower is the story about the 60.000 eggs that the Turkish administration collected from the population, so they could be used for its building, so it could be firmer and stronger.

Only a few decades ago if you walked from the Wood Market (Drven Pazar) to the Horse Market (At Pazar), the narrow stone paved streets would lead you through 30 markets. Each of them echoed with a special sound. The coldness of the stone clanged with the warm voices of the masters - jokers and their helpers - witty. The older and younger, advices and instructions.

The sound of the bells resounds through the air and flutters the soul. It rejoices to the new lives and mourns about those that passed by. It rejoices and cries. It echoes as a century-old vein of the city. Partly dug in the ground this church is a witness of the wit and cleverness of our masters.

Near the bridge, where people don’t just pass by each other, but stop to talk to each other, near the bridge that sometimes divides different worlds and destinies, here today and who knows for how long, the past and the present come together.

In the heart of Sirok Sokak stands quiet and still. Sparkled by the sun - rays, without a word, but proud, it lasts, arouse toward the sky, toward God. It warmth the souls, it spreads the God’s word. It comforts and heals, simply caresses. Only the faith in God, in Jesus Christ can give so much power.  

Built over the foundation, its own and another’s, it stands powerful and unyielding in the centre of the city. For over five hundred years it covers the secrets of the past and for so many years it listens to the prayers for the future.
Christian and Muslim, mine and yours, common…Deep inside the foundations - a church, height up to the sky - a mosque. Blue and white in the interior, blue and white toward the sky.