Change has come to my life since I wrote my first book and it was published four months ago. I was a retired Journalist , pretty sick, with not so…

I’m moved by a celebration in honor of my father, Luka Brajnović, in Madrid, where 300 journalists payed him homage in his centenary. Some of them talked about how my father have teach them to be free and work with ethics.

I have been immersed in the process of writing a book. That took almost all my time the last year, but most intensely these two last months, when I have…

I can sense the blue glance of my dad very close to me while I’m sailing thru the sea of his childhood. I’m looking at the green and white islands…

In a few days I’m going to travel to Croatia and the remembrances of my last trip are particularly vivid. It was maybe 14 or 15 years ago. My mom…

I hate being negative, but purple reminds me to the dead, because is the colour of the funerals in the church. I have too recent my mom’s funeral, with all the…

My mom passed away a few months ago. I miss her badly. Above all these days. Here she is solving crosswords at her desk. She was always busy with something….

I used to knit during the long hours I spent taking care of my mom when she was still among us. It was the perfect activity to be with her….

Now that my mom has passed away, her nest is empty. Her house, a meeting point for all of us, plenty of great remembrances, is now a sad and solitary…