Možda april, možda maj 1979. Otac se vratio sa prvog putovanja na Novi Zeland i donio kaubojsko odijelo meni, a polaroid aparat sebi. Donio je i materi štokakvih sitnica, i pregršt suvenira i razglednica sa nasmiješenim Maorima, ali mene ništa od toga nije zanimalo jer prosto nisam znao čemu bih prije, odijelu ili aparatu. Kameru … Continue reading Polaroid kauboj
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Legendary tale of the real Refik Hodzic
I am not sure it was adventure that drove my ancestors to undertake life-changing journeys. More probably it was poverty and the search for greener pastures that got my grand-grand-grandfather to move from Lika to Cazinska Krajina; his son to Matrici, a village near Kozarac; and my grandfather to Prijedor. There clearly was a pattern … Continue reading Legendary tale of the real Refik Hodzic
Journey to Cartagena
I am going to Cartagena. Can you believe it! I am going to Cartagena!! Yes, THAT Cartagena, the magical place on the Caribbean coast of Colombia. Don’t ask me, I can hardly believe it myself. I only wish my grandfather Redzo was alive so I could tell him. I would call him, he’d pick up … Continue reading Journey to Cartagena
Falcon boy
The morning humdrum of upper Broadway on a cold, crispy November morning. People rushing off to work, nagging kids being dragged to Trinity school by bemused nannies, newspaper sellers hopping on the sidewalk to keep warm, smell of coffee and fresh bagels from street carts luring passers-by still struggling to shake off the last cobwebs … Continue reading Falcon boy
God bless Lufthansa
It is only the combination of German engineering and a certain knack for streamlining group dynamics that makes it possible to fit so many seats in the limited space that is 747 from JFK to Frankfurt. No other circumstance will allow you to reach such level of awareness of the tiniest detail of your bone … Continue reading God bless Lufthansa
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