Miková is a tiny village deep inside the Carpathians
of Slovakia.
Little has changed over the past ten years since the collapse
of
the Eastern Bloc and the fall of the Iron Curtain.
Like ever before the inhabitants get their water from the well,each
car passing through is something like a small sensation, and
a system of loudspeakers along the only street in the village
is still being used for the weekly distribution of official
announcements and patriotic music.
This is the home of the family of a certain Andrijku Warhola
whose relatives believed him to earn his money working in a
paint shop
and as a housepainter, until the TV broke the news of his death.
Seems to be a long way from Miková to Manhattan, from
Byzantine icons to Pop Art, and from Andrijku Warhola to Andy
Warhol.
