Putovanje kroz Istočnu Srbiju #1 : Imaj malo vere

„Leto i proleće Gospod sazda,kao što i psalmopevac reče,i u njima krasote mnoge:pticama brzo, veselja brzo preletanje,i gorama vrhove,i lugovima prostranstva,i poljima širine;i vazduha tananogdivnim nekim talasima brujanje:i zemaljske daronoseod mirisnih cvetova, i travnosne;ali i same čovekove prirodeobnavljanje i veselostdostojno ko da iskaže? Ovo sve, ipak,i druga čudna dela Božja,koja ni oštrovidni umsagledati ne može,ljubavContinue reading “Putovanje kroz Istočnu Srbiju #1 : Imaj malo vere”

Road trip Eastern Serbia #1 : Have some faith

“The Lord hath made bothspring and summer,As also the Psalmist sang,And all their delights:The birds their swift and joyous flight,The hills their peaks,The groves their length,The fields their breadth,The air its beauteous soft sounds,And the soil its giftsOf fragrant flowers and grass,And for man’s being itselfits renewal and joy;But who is worthy enoughto recount allContinue reading “Road trip Eastern Serbia #1 : Have some faith”

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”

Disclosing Italy, part 3 : Ma prima un’ cafe and how Caravaggio became a sculptor

„Ma prima un’ cafe!“ said he, while I was busy counting all of the statues set between raising columns of Piazza del Plebiscito, named after the plebiscite taken in 1860, that brought Naples into the unified Kingdom of Italy. Paolo continued following me around, telling me story his dad had made up, about the argumentContinue reading “Disclosing Italy, part 3 : Ma prima un’ cafe and how Caravaggio became a sculptor”

Otkrivanje Italije, deo 2: Uspinjanje uz čizmu i slojevi Italije

Na vrhu italijanske čizme nalazi se ostrvo u obliku trougla, zemlja poslastičarskih delikatesa, glasnih ljudi i Kuma, filmskog i stvarnog. Mesto odakle važnost familije i bakica koja vam gura hranu u lice, na svakom koraku i u svakoj prilici potiču. Tamo gde su afrički narodi, nekada – osvajači, sada – migranti preduzeli i preduzimaju prveContinue reading “Otkrivanje Italije, deo 2: Uspinjanje uz čizmu i slojevi Italije”

Disclosing Italy, part 2: Climbing the booth and unlayering Italy

At the tip of Italian boot, there’s a triangle shaped island, land of pastry delicacies, loud people and OG Godfather. Place where „famiglia“ and grandma stuffing you food at every step and occasion were invented. Where African, centuries ago – conquerors, now – migrants took and are taking their first steps in search for newContinue reading “Disclosing Italy, part 2: Climbing the booth and unlayering Italy”

Disclosing Italy, part 1: Ideal city and how Machiavelli almost said something important

Traveler is the creator of the country he is travelling to, cannot be more true when I recollect memories of all of my past travels. There is nothing extra triumphal in what Christopher Colombo or Marco Polo once did than what a single backpacking traveler does every day on his travels and that is- discovering new land, custom and culture. Each discovery is unique and belongs to the person experiencing it making it their little treasure that they collected like busy bees and are about to spread it buzzing around the globe