STA, 11 January 2021 - The word of the year 2020 according to the Research Centre of the Slovenian Academy of Sciences and Arts (ZRC SAZU) is karantena / quarantine, followed by kolesarjenje / cycling in second and 14 dni / 14 days in third place.
Apart from the 14-day period of isolation due to risky contacts which was later shortened to 10 days, quarantine was also used to refer to the lockdown in general.
Cycling was, however, a form of protest against the Janez Janša government during lockdown.
According to Katarina Keber from the Milko Kosec History Institute at the ZRC SAZU, quarantine was an archaic word which has become modern again. It is derived from an Italian phrase quaranta giorni, which means 40 days. This was the period of isolation, first introduced in 1377 in today's Croatia's Dubrovnik. Later it became known in other seaports as well.
ZRC SAZU also declared the sign language gesture of the year, which is "coronavirus" or "Covid-19". "Zoom" was in second place and "Beethoven" in third.
In the poem of the year category, there were two winners and 70 entries. Leto Prekleto (Damned Year) by Ranka Ivelja and Naša Vojna (Our War) by an anonymous author.
The poems were to contain all eleven words that were shortlisted for the world of the year among the 400 entries. The finalists were cepivo / vaccine, quarantine, cycling, mehurček / bubble, positiven / positive, predihovalnik / ventilator, rahljanje / easing, šolotožje/ schoolsick, zoom, 14 dni / 14 days and neleto / non-year.
The voting took place between 4 January until noon today, when the word of the year was declared. It receive little more than 1,000 of the 5,060 votes cast. Last year, 2,139 people voted, selecting podnebje / climate".
Leto prekleto, by Ranka Ivelja
Ne bom te pozabila, neleto prekleto,
ne bom te črtila, ne bom te ubila.
Jaz bom tvoj virus, neleto prekleto.
Plačalo boš, na glavo te bom obrnila.
Krohotalo si se, neleto prekleto,
s strahom morilo pozitivne in negativne, na ražnju obračalo naivne.
Raztegnilo si noč, stemnilo jutranje zarje,
v karanteno, neleto prekleto,
nagnalo si celo kolesarje.
Ampak ne, nismo se predali, neleto prekleto,
ljubili smo, kot že dolgo ne,
vse, kar smo izgubili,
bližino, objem, dostojanstvo,
v šolotožju, tišini in muki upora, neleto prekleto.
Jaz sem tvoj virus, neleto prekleto.
Prav potihem, da ne boš vedelo, sem ti zrahljala oklep,
ti iztrgala zoom, odvrnila vsak sum,
da se boš še povrnilo, neleto prekleto.
Ne 14 dni, prihodnje desetletje, neleto prekleto,
ne bom pustila, da boš dajal zavetje
tistim, ki so na predihovalnik pripeli vse nas, ves čas,
ki bi delali mehurčke iz pene laži, nagrabljene moči, neleto prekleto.
Jaz sem tvoj virus, neleto prekleto,
ne bom te pozabila, ne bom te ubila,
Samo na glavo te bom obrnila,
Naša vojna, by Anonymous
Poslušaj vnukec, malo se usedi,
ti bo nekaj zdaj razložil dedi,
pripravi škatlo si z bonboni,
je dolga zgodba o koroni.
Virus, vojna naše generacije,
pred začetkom velike inflacije,
ko ustavil se je celi svet,
ko morali smo prenehat živet.
So rekli, da bo hitro to minilo,
a se je 14 dni pomnožilo,
mine karantena prva, druga,
pa še kar se je vlekla kuga.
So prepovedali nam it v naravo,
kolesarjenje in vse drugo zdravo,
ko obljubili so ukrepov rahljanje,
se je spet poslabšalo stanje.
Življenje iz nas je bilo izžeto,
za vso človeštvo le neleto,
mehurček tu, mehurček tam,
pozitiven si šel na seznam.
Otroci rabili največji so pogum,
ko je šolotožje lajšal zoom,
propadali so lokali in podjetja,
večina že do prvega poletja.
Pa, moj vnukec, tole vedi,
da mlad zdravnik je bil tvoj dedi,
mi bili smo vedno v prvi vrsti,
vsak dan šteli ljudi v krsti.
Predihovalnik, OHIO, Venturi,
kisik je tekel po vsaki aparaturi,
roke smo redno razkuževali,
in v skafandrih anamneze jemali.
Vidiš, ušesa štrlijo mi na stran,
ni dovolj pomagal wuhobran,
maske smo dali na obraz,
če je bilo sonce ali mraz.
10 let je trajalo to stanje,
da so vsem razblinile se sanje,
cepivo je bilo sicer učinkovito,
a so se ga eni branili srdito.
Tako da, vnukec, ti tole povem,
rabimo še cepivo proti neumnim ljudem!
da boš nekoč, neleto prekleto, vendar leto.
