A memorable interview
I love music. I studied piano, and I have been a music teacher for kids in a primary school. But I wanted to become a journalist, so I continued my
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
Reading backward
I was born in exile and went to school without knowing my parents’ new country’s language. To further complicate things in the classroom, I had (and still have) a directionality
Old strategy
The eighties and nineties were dangerous on the streets of the city where I live and where I worked as a journalist. Terrorists committed bomb attacks or shootings, killing and
Overcoming de urge to hide
Born in exile, I went to school knowing nothing about Spanish, the language of the country in which I lived. I didn’t understand a word of what the teachers and
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,