Kad sam se rodio bilo je slavlje. Skromno, pošto smo bili siromašni. Trpezu su krasile napolitanke od lješnjaka što ih je mati podigla na kredit u Keksari, pitka kruška od komšije Nenada i natanko, ali vrlo natanko narezano suho meso koje je ocu donio njegov najbolji prijatelj Luka u ime nekog tajanstvenog duga. U maloj … Continue reading Sretno dijete
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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
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