Se mi zdi, da sem na enem nemškem forumu zasledil post Slovenca iz Ljubljane: @Johann B.(g. Brate?), kakšne izkušnje je imel on s fotografiranjem po Sloveniji (i "šire"?)...
@Barbarpapa1, ali lahko prosim najdeš ta post in ga prevedeš?
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Mislim pa, da je bil ta post v nemškem forumu zelo podoben opisu fotografiranja, ki ga je g. Brate navedel v spremni besedi k svoji knjigi: Zadnje parne lokomotive na Slovenskem, Lj 2006.
Takole piše:
"Fotografiranje je bilo v tistih časih strogo prepovedano. Od železnice dobiti dovoljenje za fotografiranje je bilo enako kot dobiti glavni zadetek na loteriji. Zato je bilo treba fotografirati na skrivaj. Neredko so me, ko sem stal ob progi in čakal na vlak, kurjači iz lokomotive obmetavali s kosi premoga. Nekateri strojevodje so, ko so zagledali fotografa, hitro odprli valjne izpihovalne pipice in - v moje veliko veselje - zavili del vlaka v oblak pare, da ne bi mogel vsega fotografirati. Toda prav s tem je nastal posnetek še boljši in bol dinamičen.
Ko sem si leta 1970 omisli avto (zastava 750 z bojnim imenom Zeleni tornado), se je snemanje nadaljevalo naprej po vsej Sloveniji, pozneje pa tudi po vsej Jugoslaviji. Zasledovanje policije, aretacije, nagajanje ćželezničarjev in železniških oblastnikov so bili začimba celotnemu delu. Neredko se je komandir na policijski postaji, kamor so me po fotografiranju vlaka privedli službujoči policaji, zadrl: "Ah, pa to ste vi, Brate! Vas že poznamo! Zgubite se ven, da vas ne vidimo več! Oh, ta cepec!"
Postopek je bil tako običajno končan. Toda cepec je delal naprej in dokumentiral neko obdobje, ki ga takrat pri nas ni beležil nihče. Zgodb te in podobne vrste je več kot preveč in lahko bi napolnile še eno knjigo."
Zdaj pa še za našega Alan-a!
(prevod v angleščino g. Tadej Brate, koliko vem jaz...ve pa se da veliko vem
- šalim se, hec je pol zdravja; citat iz ene druge teme...ne bi vedel katere)
"When I was 13 years old, my father gave me his old Voigländer photographic camera. As I was a witness of increasing destruction of steam locomotives I begun to photograph locomotives just before scraping. In Yugoslavia railway photography at that time was strictly forbidden, so most of the photographs were taken secretly. To get a permit for the railway photography from railway officials was simmilar winning the jack-pot. So fotographs had to be taken with a hidden camera. When I was standing along the track with my camera, waiting for the train, the fireman would often throw coal at me. When seeing a photographer along the track, some engine drivers quickly opened the cylindre piston valves and - to my great satisfaction - wrapped the locomotive in a steamy cloud, trying to make it partly unvisible for the camera. And that was to achive a real good picture making it more dynamic.
When I finaly got a car in 1970 (it was a small Zastava 750 with the loving name "The Green Tornado" - the car was painted green and went as a tornado!), I continued taking photographs all over Slovenia and later also in other parts of Yugoslavia. Police pursuits, arrests, and mischief by railwaymen and railway management spiced up my work. Often the commander of the police station, where I was brought by the officer on duty for photographing a train, would shout at me: "Oh, its you, Brate! First we were sure it is a foreign railway enthusiast! But we know you! Get lost and don*t let us see you again! Oh, that bloody idiot!"...and that was usually the end of the procedure.
But the "bloody idiot" kept on going, traveling, working and so he documented an interesting period of changes that was not recorded by anyone in our country at that time. There were numerous stupid situations, arrests, problems, sad and funny ocassions during this years - just enough to write another book."