Devojka sa mladežom u obliku suze

Uletela je u stan mokre kose i sa širokim osmehom na licu. Pred sobom je držala knjigu. Autor je bio on. Čekale su je njegove drage, daleke misli koje su joj toliko nedostajale. Obrisala je peškirom mokre pramenove i obukla stari, zeleni dzemper. Volela je da ga nosi više od bilo kog drugog komada odeće….

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Talk less, listen more, ask questions

My friend and I, we always get into these fearsome discussions. I always think he didn’t think thighs trough, he thinks I’m not right and we start yelling at each other, vein on my neck pops out and everyone around us are messed up by the whole event. It’s not that I don’t like talking…

Staring at the Sun

For years, I was so drown to Murakami books. I was reading them with such a joy and felt connected with it’s heroes in a deep, inexplicable way. At some point, I started wondering why I’m so drowned to these characters and stories about people experiencing suicide and despair. I was even considering that I…

Wings of desire

I watched this movie for the first time when I was very young. Memory of a very special atmosphere stayed with me for many years. I could not remember any longer why I loved it so much, I just did. So I decided to watch it again. It all came back to me. For those…

Looking back to “Ex Machina” and how would Machiavelli fit in?

What was missing for Ava to love? In my opinion, it was vulnerability. She did not have childhood, path of learning, growing and becoming independent. She had a curiosity, but not feelings of a real person that will grow from infant who is loved and dependent to a grown person who is still feeding those…

Ten year old me

It got me thinking. What would a ten year old me think of me now? Would she be disappointed? Would she be impressed?  Would she like me? Would we feel connected? It is hard for me to think about that, because I’m so scared of what would this really innocent, really wonderful person think of…

Uprising

I’m happy. I’ve been trough a lot, but I’ve learned about myself more then ever. I’ve accepted my flaws. I learned to stand up for myself. I learned to believe in myself when no one else believes in me. I learned to love and respect myself. I learned that loving others is not only giving…

Choose your cave wisely

Winter time brings Iceland to my mind. I’ve been writing about remarkable ice caves in Iceland. Since then, I’ve discovered there is a new sport perfectly suited for these caves – ice climbing. It requires strength and technique of a sport climber, but it is performed on ice with an ice axe and crampons. I’ve…

Late bloomers

U sumi u kojoj nema sumara, gde drvece samo raste, razvija se i umire posle mnogo godina, postoje stabla koja dugo izgledaju kao mladice, ali zapravo imaju mnogo godina. Ova stabla dugo ostaju u senci velikih stabala i naizgled stagniraju. Medjutim, to su stabla koja, kada dodje vreme za to, porastu i budu dugovecna, zive…

Find your special place

I’m writing this post as a response to a comment I got from John T. M. Herres. I’m so happy that people are actually reading my blog and writing comments. There is one thing that I would like to accomplish by shearing my travel experiences. I would like people to know that these wonderful places…