A Thousand Years

“I wish to stop being Borges”
- Borges The journey – thankfully, not mine – begins in central Iraq. The protagonist turns twenty when his...

Dad and a Camel

It was a wet March, with wet trees, wet streets, wet socks in wet sneakers. We walked around the alleyways of Aleppo, among people with umbrellas,...

No life: a short documentary

Travelers: Inesa, Uroš, Lazar In September 2013, using the Travel House in Granada as the starting point, we got on a ferry and crossed into...

Sausage for a Stovepipe

I strolled around Kisach, a Slovak village near Novi Sad. In order to eat my icecream thoroughly and with due attention, I sat on a wooden bench in...