Athens: (un)hidden messages or why do you love me
Contact, communication and the whole idea of touch has been a fascinating, almost obsessive subject for me. As I walk about the city I read the...
Contact, communication and the whole idea of touch has been a fascinating, almost obsessive subject for me. As I walk about the city I read the...
“I wish to stop being Borges”
- Borges
The journey – thankfully, not mine – begins in central Iraq. The protagonist turns twenty when his...
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,...
Travelers: Vasko, Alexandra, Nenad, Lazar
Date: December 2011/January 2012
"- Sheikh Adi is a dangerous den! – the captain said....
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...
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...