Ode to Resen

It must be admitted that the content dealing with the municipality of Resen is extremely rare and scarce in the media space in the Republic of Hunzistan, which I personally find scandalous and unacceptable for a serious society! In order to take the first step towards correcting that omission, I am ready to make my humble contribution through this blog post...

Resen is a town of some 9,000 inhabitants and is located in the Prespa region, right on the Bitola-Ohrid road, right where the cobblestones of the old road end and the asphalt begins. Not much is known about this settlement, except for the speculation that apples grow in the neighborhood and that there is some kind of lake in the immediate vicinity. The founders of Resen apparently were not the brightest people because they did not found the city on the coast but in the middle of the desert.

The Ohrid-Bitola journey (and vice versa) carries its own inevitability, and that is passing through Resen. Unless you go through Galichica, but that road in winter is more suitable for training Kamikazes than for normal traffic. I wouldn't swear that the mountain road makes entering Resen unnecessary, I'm just giving an assumption based on old memories...In Resen, in addition to people and pets, there are also insects. Cars, trucks and buses, mostly on four wheels, move along the streets. Cars have turn signals and license plates - numbers. It is possible to spot a moped and a scooter. At night, the city lights are turned on in the streets and smoke can be seen from the chimneys of the houses. The houses have doors, windows and firewood in the yards.

The most famous building is the Bey's Palace, which looks bizarre in the city itself, as if someone had plastered it from somewhere into some new, unnatural environment. I've heard that they used to make beautiful chocolates in Resen, and the most famous product that came out of there is the iconic Resana (Resen=Resana, I got it...), a sandwich cookie made of dough and jelly with a microscopic layer of chocolate, known in the "Anglo" world as Jaffa cake.

I don't know what kind of nightlife there is in Resen, what are the places where the youth hang out and what this city offers its residents in terms of work, careers, health, literature, sports, glamour... because I have never had the opportunity to physically set foot there, I have always been present only through the window of a bus or car and never more than five to ten minutes, which you will agree is too short to gain a new experience, even in a city that does not promise much in terms of new experiences more significant than listening to static on TV...

(Roger Mortis, 124)