Through me, my mother experienced a little bit of Paris, and the world as well. Honestly, sometimes I think that’s the real reason I can’t stop traveling.
All my mother’s wishes gathered in me.
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Road trip Eastern Serbia #1 : Have some faith
Short but resonant, repetitive sound of bells, tied around sheep necks echoed across the light green valley breaking the fog shedding over grapes, disturbing the silence that occupied the village in the past days. She tightened up the knot of her black head scarf and, after making sure sheep are not leaving the glade surroundedContinue reading “Road trip Eastern Serbia #1 : Have some faith”
Country gal
Country gal in her country life
Wildflowers
She belongs among the wildflowers
Tea party with Alice
You can’t spell tea party without Alice
Natural habitat
Ivana in her natural habitat
Sapia Salvani
The noise of weapons and arms rattling against each other was getting louder and louder as she was approaching the window on the western side of the castle. She barely slept that night, ever since she heard Ghibellines retreated to the hillock near her house, escaping the Guelph army that overtook the Colle castle thatContinue reading “Sapia Salvani”
Perfect life calling
„Why are there no old, damaged buildings? City old as this one should have few of them, shouldn’t it?“ said Z’s grandpa, mostly to himself, which broke the silence we enjoyed for few canals now, walking and staring at the perfect, tall and thin, brick buildings and soaking its every detail. By saying this, itContinue reading “Perfect life calling”
Disclosing Italy, part 5: Ushtipci and sandy planet Tattoine
“O Dio” was all he creaked from time to time, whenever we crossed some bump on the road, along with a load of Holy Marie’s, St. Lucia’s and other Italian Saints in the same package the moment we got on one of the cobblestone streets during our ride.
Disclosing Italy, part 4: Un pezzo di cielo caduto in terra
“What a child”, I thought while looking at Paolo sitting across the coach from me in a metro we took. He was tapping his feet while looking around the metro and starring at people, smiling and soaking every detail of their faces. The deep, male voice announced our stop and I nodded at him asContinue reading “Disclosing Italy, part 4: Un pezzo di cielo caduto in terra”
