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It is a deeply human experience to live with some sort of regret: regret for dreams that never came true, interrupted stories that never reached their ending, things that might have been. The regrets I carry, however, are not my own. They come from an unfinishedness that is not mine, but that has affected me nonetheless.
In Albanian, when we speak of things that co...
The sound of the metal coffee pot as I set it on the stove, scratch-like. I wait for the sound of boiling water — Turkish coffee, some milk…
The creak of the terrace door as I step outside, clumsy as always, the sounds of life from the Great Bački Canal and the fields greet me on the terrace.
Mother is already there, on the bench. Quiet. Unusually so. A s...
The sea in Omiš is colder than elsewhere in Croatia, because here the Cetina River flows into the Adriatic. The year is 1990. I am sitting on the beach and, just as when I was little, I play with pebbles. I am building houses, shops, a school, and a cinema out of gray, white, and marble-like stones.
I am using the bigger pebbles for the foundations; I’m lucky enoug...
When we are born, we enter into a world of expectations, histories, and other emotional inheritances. Before we can consciously make decisions, we are already part of stories that began long before us. In my case, it sometimes seemed that I was an actor living my life according to a script that favored standard milestones, leaving very little space for the unfinished human i...
It’s summertime. A time when everyone, no matter where we are from, gathers here in Prespa, where our families originate from. It is a time to see each other, to celebrate the holidays, but also to talk about “our affairs” in the villages. Like every summer in the past decade, I am here in the village of Brajchino, the southernmost point of Macedonia on the slopes of Peliste...