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Belgrade

I plunge into a new country in a part of the world I’ve never been to. Anticipation fills my body. I’m a child awaiting Christmas, can’t withhold the smile from my lips, the excitement is about to burst my heart. I hadn’t been looking forward to this photo trip, but ever since I’ve decided to do whatever I want instead of trying to do something my teachers would like to see, it has taken a turnaround. Đorđe, George, 27 and...

Valizas

Being disconnected for a couple of days, soaking up the winter sun, the ocean breeze and a great read was the best gift I could make myself. When it was quiet at night I didn’t take out my iPod to listen to my favourite songs; I focused on the sound of the ocean instead. The steady swoosh of the waves when everything else fell silent reminded me of cars on a highway. It was soothing to know that there was...

Two Extremes

My life swings between two extremes. Most of the time I’m sociable, talkative, barely spend any time on my own. Then there’s a sudden slump, everything goes dark and I forget how I’m supposed to work. I used to think that the girl with the bright smile was me while the other girl was dysfunctional and flawed. Someone who has to be fixed. I never considered the option that the latter could be taking care of me, putting on the emergency brake in order...

Breathing

Some photos I snapped during my hike near Meiringen (where Sherlock Holmes faked his death) on Saturday afternoon. No writing, no music, no distractions. I try to think as little as possible and focus on my environment. Let my mind and senses wander. Dried leaves rustle, stirred up by mice. Omnipresent chirping of birds. Faraway car noise. Sunshine, a pleasant breeze. Two deers half hidden in the covert. I take deep breaths. I’ve been waiting for this. Medicine for my tattered soul. I’m lucky...

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Finding Uruguay In Italy

Staying in Italy for four days at my blogger friend Italian Hurricane‘s place made me realise how similar Italy and Uruguay are. The architecture, some dishes, the smell of the stairs of the house.. finding Uruguay in those details comes unexpected, and it hits me hard. It’s weird, I travel several hours by train into Switzerland’s neighbouring country and I find myself reminded of South America, thousands of kilometers away. I’ve always known that most of the Uruguayans are descendants of the Spanish and Italians,...