Sparks and tears
My mom had just died. I was feeling a deep emptiness in my soul. I had managed to appear calm and strong at the hospital, and after that, greeting friends
Saved by the confusion of a retreat
An explosion, a loud shake, and the screeching of iron on iron interrupted the conversations and led to an ominous silence. The shooting began immediately. The train had derailed after
An impossible wish
I would like to have a place to call my village, but my roots are very far away. I’m a child of exile, and for many years those places were
A ring with a story
My father had an aunt named Olga, a teacher at the school in his town, Kotor. She was respected and loved by everybody because she cared for her pupils very
Earthquake
An earthquake hit my little homeland this morning. So far, six people dead and some more unaccounted for, many wounded and great destruction. The earth hasn’t stop trembling since last
Natty’s Christmas star
-Where is Daddy? Natty’s Mom looked at her big green eyes, trying to find the right words. -He had to go on a long trip, very far away. -But he
Tom
He was one of the best persons I have met. Always in good spirits, willing to help, caring about everybody. He was my cousin. Because I was born in exile,
Arrival on the Orient Express
After twelve years apart, persecuted by communists, my parents finally managed to get together in Munich in 1956. My mom boarded the Orient Express in Zagreb, Croatia, then under communist
On the screen (fiction)
We are often alone. Our children looked for a new life in the big city. They got married, and we have ten grandchildren. The youngest is just ten months old.