Museum of Broken Relationships: Ćirilometodska ul. 2, 10000, Zagreb, Croatia
Turns out, people don’t just write songs like Adele when they’re going through break-ups, they also donate their old shit to a museum! Whilst wandering around on my jollies in the Croatian capital Zagreb, I found the Museum of Broken Relationships. Curiosity got the better of me and I went for a nosey around inside.
Located in the baroque Kulmer palace in Zagreb’s historical Upper Town, it features a collection of personal objects from former lovers. Think bitter bitches or sentimental Sallys with a splash of of the hopeless heartbrokens, they’ve all donated to the museum at some point.
I was proper hoping to find a few juicy stories. Like a ‘he cheated on me so I burnt down his flat, and so I donate the match that I did it with’. Anyway, I’ll show you a few of the pieces on display. Instead – above ‘she left me so I kept her left high heel’. No, I don’t know either but I would be pretty pissed off if that was my shoe… unless I’d dramatically thrown it at somebody and so assumed it’d be the last my foot ever saw of it.
Yep, somebody donated a toilet roll holder. The wall explained that it represented a relationship where there was a permanent shortage of toilet roll and after seven years the toilet bowl got clogged. They would have sailed through Rona times, though! I’m going to read in-between the lines and say that she did an unladylike big shit that blocked his toilet and had to flee, thus ending things.
‘The Toaster of Vindication – When I moved out, and across the country, I took the toaster. That’ll show you. How are you going to toast anything now?’ – Denver, Colorado.
Anybody else thinking that so far, these people need to up their revenge game?! I could easily live without a toaster… my kettle on the other hand…
When pensioners tell sad stories, it just strikes you more. There are quite a few interactive booths where you can listen to just that. Be warned, take a hanky! Nobody wants to see Nannas sobbing.
This is not just your average uncomfortable wooden chair, it’s in fact a confessional. I couldn’t spy a priest but instead you can write down your inner most secrets and post it in a box to get it off your chest. I didn’t need to but had a good nosey at others doing so.
All the best exhibitions end with a beltin’ gift shop. All the items feature witty copy which is right up my street, and of course, it’s all break-up related.
If you fancy lightening your emotional load, you can pin your stories over on the museum’s ‘Brokenships’ website here, or even send your items in for consideration.
Got an exhibition which I should check out? Plop it in my comments, love.