I notice the absence of the Slovak man. The only exception are photographs by Karol Plicko from 1928, the oldest ones in the exhibition. One of the photographs depicts a Slovak girl dressed in the national costume. Another photograph shows a narrow bridge over a mountain stream and a girl on it. The bridge is a metaphor for crossing of streams of history while the girl is an allegory of Slovakia.
Mountain peaks direct ones gaze towards the eternal truth.
Judging by this selection of recent Slovak photography, after Plicko, everyone turned their cameras and gazes away from the Slovak man. Because of that, the Slovak nation remains unknown to yours truly. The Slovak nation won its state after thousands of years of slavery, at the worst time for the survival of nation states.