Today I’m playing basketball again. Or rather I keep throwing the battered soccer ball, left behind by two kids of the family who moved out and on, to the net-less hoop they had set up the pine tree while the dog looks on perplexed. Every … Continue reading Basketball
::: Norwegian flag There are those Winter Olympic Games in Norway where everybody waves little Norwegian flags. And I mean everybody. I’m tucked away in my native Slovenia, only watching it on TV, but for some reason I find it cute and the flag itself aesthetically … Continue reading Three feel-good moments
::: It’s the summer of 1987 and I keep returning to Divača. Nothing is there, except everything is. If those people knew where I live now, they wouldn’t be too pleased. The border is close. Over there, Italians are the enemy. There is as yet … Continue reading Three on recognition
Mexi Movie the Third (closed) 