Morala sam da ovo napišem za jedan izazov; potpuno je van moje komforne zone, ali to je čar pisanja, zar ne?

Ja sam osoba koja
uvek želi da je na nekom drugom mestu
Sanjam o mestima toliko dalekim
da ljudska noga tamo
još nije stigla da kroči.

Ti si osoba koja
nikad neće napustiti svoju mirnu luku.
Za pedeset godina ćeš piti kafu
na istom tom balkonu
u svojim omiljenim starim papučama.

Ispijala bih tu kafu sa tobom
Naučila bih da volim buđenje svakog dana na istom mestu
Ne bih više lutala

Ali
ja nisam ona sa kojom želiš da provodiš sunčana jutra na balkonu.

D.J.

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I had to write this for a challenge; it's completely out of my comfort zone but you have to push your limits, right?

I'm the kind of person
who always wants
to be somewhere else
I dream of
places so far away
that human foot never touched them

You're the kind of person
who never leaves their safe place
Fifty years from now
You'll drink coffee on the same balcony
In your favorite old slippers.

I would drink it with you
I would learn to love waking up every day in the same place
I wouldn't want to wander anymore

But
i'm not the one you want to share your sunny mornings on the balcony with.

D.J.

15.11.2016.

Volela bih da imam brod. Ne mora da bude veliki, dovoljan je i mali, taman da je stanem u njega (i još neko, ko je zaslužio da ga povezem).
Izgledao bi kao stari jedrenjaci, sa velikim jedrima koja su toliko bela da ne možeš da ih gledaš bez žmirkanja jer se sunčevi zraci odbijaju o njih i izrezbarenu glavu morske nimfe na pramcu.
I, u stilu Letećeg Holanđanina, ne bi plovio nego leteo.

Mogla bih da odem do Venecije bez čekanja na aerodromu i pasoša. Spakovala bih stvari u moj brodić a onda bih, u udobnoj maloj kabini u koju staje samo krevet, radni sto od orahovog drveta i stoličica sa štofanim sedištem (da imam gde da vodim dnevnik plovidbe), spavala dok ne bismo stigli (jer bi postajao i automatski pilot; kad je bal nek je maskembal). Sleteli bismo pravo u neki od mnogobrojnih kanala, zapljusnuvši gondolijera koji je sa bogatim francuskim ili engleskim turistima prolazio u svojoj gondoli. Prekinuo bi pevušenje neke stare italijanske pesme da nas opsuje.

Mogla bih da otputujem u Njujork, letuckam oko najviših solitera i mašem ljudima koji bi me videli kroz prozor.
Mogla bih da provozam decu iz ulice jedan krug i obećam da ću doći i sutra, da ih provozam još malo.
Mogla bih da, kao u filmovima, spasim nesrećnika koji je skočio sa mosta i da mu kažem da ima i boljih rešenja.
Mogla bih da izignorišem ceo svet, pustim muziku i plutam nebom.
Mogla bih da plovim Karibima i da mi u dokumentima piše "pirat" kao zanimanje.


Ako znate gde da kupim ovakav brod, javite mi!

D.J.

Petak je, ali je atmosfera nedeljna; u vazduhu se oseća ona sunčana, lenja mirnoća nedelje. Pre pet godina je bio famozni 11/11/11.
U 11:11 sam bila na času matematike. Zamislila sam dve želje. Nijedna mi se nije ostvarila.
Danas nisam zamislila ni jednu želju u 11:11. Odlučila sam da odem u bioskop, sama.
Volim da provodim vreme sama; neki ljudi ne vole da ostaju sami sa svojim mislima, ali ja nisam jedna od njih, pogotovo ne danas. Išla sam ka bioskopu udišući miris jeseni i lupkajući svojim crnim kožnim čizmama po asfaltu. U glavi mi je bila pesma koju sam davno čula i za koju ne znam zašto sam je se setila. Kupila sam pečene lešnike.

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Mrak bioskopske sale mi je uvek bio prozor u drugu dimenziju. Ja više nisam ja, izgubljeno piskaralo koje večno želi da je na nekom drugom mestu, sada sam glavni lik filma koji gledam. Njegove muke su moje muke, a njegova sreća moja; ako je on umoran i meni mišići otežaju dok sedim onako udobno zavaljena u mekano sedište. Kada je neko u bioskopu sa mnom, onda to ne važi; ne mogu da budem ni superjunak čelične snage ni glamurozna diva dok me neko gurka svakih par minuta da mu dodam kokice.
Danas sam se na nekoliko sati uspešno odmorila od toga da budem ja.

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Nekad te reči prosto svrbe da ih napišeš. Dosadnije su od jebenih Jehovinih svedoka. Gledaš film, pereš zube, u polusnu slušaš prigušenu dreku ukućana i razmišljaš da li da ustaneš, prepisuješ beleške sa predavanja, bacaš đubre i nemaš ih ni u planu. Ali one ne odustaju, skaču ti po glavi. Ti im kažeš da te ostave na miru, ne želiš više da piskaraš nego da se baviš nečim ozbiljnijim ali njih ništa od toga ne zanima. Ne žele da prestanu.
…i tako ja odlučih da se vratim svom blogu.


D.J.

Ukoliko niste, obavezno prvo pročitajte prvi deo ove priče (inače ovaj tekst neće imati nekog smisla).
“Šta misliš o njima?”
“O kome?”
“Pa o ljudima, generalno.” Uvukao je dim, a onda dodao “One koje tako skoncetrisano promatraš”.
Podigla je obrvu. Šta ovaj čovek želi? Sedam ujutru je, nije joj padalo na pamet da se upušta u filozofske rasprave.
“Ne mislim ništa. Ne znam ih i ne želim da ih znam. Ne zanimaju me činjenice. Više volim da im zamislim život onako kako ja želim, eto.”
“Deluješ jako društveno” nakezio joj se.
“Sam si sebi najbolje društvo.” Tu je nameravala da zaćuti, ali nešto ju je povuklo da nastavi da priča sa ovim previše znatiželjnim čovekom. Bila je svesna da je to nešto usamljenost i želja sa ljudskom interakcijom koja se ne svodi na razgovoranja tek da bi se ispunila tišina i čekanje na red da govoriš umesto pažljivog slušanja. A i lakše je otvoriti dušu strancu.
“Ne uklapam se baš dobro sa ostalima. Rekao bi čovek da štrčim, ali zapravo baš suprotno. Uvek sam bila neprimetna i negde u pozadini. Svi koji poznajem bi me opisali kao “okej”, ni kod koga ne izazivam neku jaču rekaciju. Prosto sam tu i to mi je u redu. Niko ne očekuje ništa posebno od mene. Jedino što želim da me neko razume, da me stvarno razume, ali možda kod mene ni nema ništa specijalno da se razume.”
Tad je procenila da zvuči previše patetično, pa je prestala.
“Ima ljudi čiji je život trag u vodi. Nevidljivi su, nečujni, nestvarni, bez otisaka u peščanoj pustinji čovečanstva. Ne znamo odakle su među nas došli, a kad odu, zašto su i kuda otišli.”
“Molim?”
“Borislav Pekić. Početak jedne njegove knjige. Uklapa se u to što si mi sad ispričala o sebi. Ali pričaj mi još. Ko si ti?”
“Samo ako Vi meni ispričate ko ste Vi. Mada nema puno toga da se kaže.”
“Može. Ali prvo ti.”
Osetila se malo glupo što je pričala toliko toga o sebi potpunom strancu, skitnici koja je sedela na stanici da bi se ugrejala. Ali joj nije više bilo važno, ionako odlazi odavde, pa je počela:
“Zovem se Ana. Imam 25 godina. Imam starijeg brata i mlađu sestru. Ja sam srednje dete. Moji roditelji rade u banci. Završila sam fakultet. Sa prosekom 8. Sad sam našla posao, zbog kog treba da se preselim. Zato sam ovde. I…” Nije znala šta bi još rekla. Šta još ima da se kaže?
“To bi bilo to”, rekla je posle kraćeg ćutanja. “Sad Vi”.
“Pretrgla si se. Ali dobro. Sad ću ja ispričati moju priču, možda te inspiriše da kažeš nešto što ne može da se vidi iz dokumenata.
Rođen sam prilično daleko odavde…”

(Odlomak romana koju nikad neću napisati - deo drugi. Treći deo očekujte 9. oktobra)

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If you haven’t already, make sure to read part 1 of this story. Because otherwise this wouldn’t make much sense.

“What do you think about them?”
“About who?”
“About people, in general”. He inhaled the smoke, and then added: “About people you observe so assiduously”.
She raised her eyebrow. What does this man wants? It’s 7AM, it’s ridiculously early for philosophical discussion. Or any discussion.
“I don’t think anything. I don’t know them and I don’t want to know them. I don’t care about facts. I just like to imagine them and their life the way I want to, that’s all.”
“Seems like you’re a social butterfly”, he grinned at her.
“You’re your own best company”. She wanted to stop talking to this too curious (maybe even noisy) man, but something made her continue. She was aware that that something was loneliness and desire for human interaction that doesn’t consist of talking just to fill the silence and waiting your turn to speak instead of listening carefully. And it’s easier to pour your heart out to a stranger.
“I don’t really fit with others. You would tell that that makes me stand out, but it’s actually the opposite. I was always invisible, always somewhere in the background. Everyone i know would describe me as “ok”. No one loves me or hates me, i’m just “ok”. I’m just kinda there and that’s okay with me. No one expects anything from me. All I want is someone to understand me, to really understand me, but maybe there’s nothing special to be understood when it comes to me”.
She thought she sounded too pathetic so she shut up.
“There are people whose lives are but a ripple in the water. Invisible, inaudible, unreal, they leave no print in the sandy desert of humankind. We do not know whence they came into our midst, and when they depart, we know not why or where they have gone.”
“What?”
“Borislav Pekić. It’s a beginning of one of his books.It reminded me of what you just told me about yourself. But tell me more. Who are you?”
“Only if you tell me who are you. But there’s not much about me to tell.”
“Sure, but you first.”
She felt a little bit awkward telling an absolute stranger, a tramp who was in the station to warm up, so many things about herself. But she’s leaving anyway, so she started:
“My name is Ana. I’m 25. I have older brother and younger sister. I’m the middle child. My parents work at the bank. I finished university. Now I found a job in another country so I have to move. That’s why i’m here. And…” She didn’t know what else to say. Was there anything else to be said?
“That’s it”, she said after short period of silence. “Your turn”.
“Wow, you told me so much” he responded sarcastically. “But that’s okay. Now i’ll tell you my story, maybe it will inspire you to tell me something that’s not written in the documents.
I was born far away from here…”

(Fragment from a book i’ll never write, part 2. Next part will be online on 9th October)

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Have you heard of him? During my education, on literature classes, we mostly read European and Serbian writers and poets, so i remember how happy i was when we read some of his poems in class. I would say he’s my favorite Indian poet, but sadly i don’t know any other but him. 
What are your favorite writers / poets? Let me know in the comments!
P.S. Many of you asked me when i will post the next part of this story. I figured out i could post it every other Friday, so Part 2 is coming on 25.09.2016. x

“I seem to have loved you in numberless forms, numberless times…
In life after life, in age after age, forever.
My spellbound heart has made and remade the necklace of songs,
That you take as a gift, wear round your neck in your many forms,
In life after life, in age after age, forever.

Whenever I hear old chronicles of love, its age-old pain,
Its ancient tale of being apart or together.
As I stare on and on into the past, in the end you emerge,
Clad in the light of a pole-star piercing the darkness of time:
You become an image of what is remembered forever.

You and I have floated here on the stream that brings from the fount.
At the heart of time, love of one for another.
We have played along side millions of lovers, shared in the same
Shy sweetness of meeting, the same distressful tears of farewell-
Old love but in shapes that renew and renew forever.

Today it is heaped at your feet, it has found its end in you
The love of all man’s days both past and forever:
Universal joy, universal sorrow, universal life.
The memories of all loves merging with this one love of ours –
And the songs of every poet past and forever.”

“Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add color to my sunset sky.”  

“You can’t cross the sea merely by standing and staring at the water.”

“If you cry because the sun has gone out of your life, your tears will prevent you from seeing the stars.”

“Where the mind is without fear and the head is held high;
Where knowledge is free;
Where the world has not been broken up into fragments by narrow domestic walls;
Where words come out from the depth of truth;
Where tireless striving stretches its arms towards perfection:
Where the clear stream of reason has not lost its way into the dreary desert sand of dead habit;
Where the mind is lead forward by thee into ever-widening thought and action–
Into that heaven of freedom, my Father, let my country awake.”

“Reach high, for stars lie hidden in you. Dream deep, for every dream precedes the goal.” 

“Don’t limit a child to your own learning, for she was born in another time.”

“It is very simple to be happy, but it is very difficult to be simple.”

“I know that the day will come
 when my sight of this earth shall be lost,
 and life will take its leave in silence,
 drawing the last curtain over my eyes.
 Yet stars will watch at night,
 and morning rise as before,
 and hours heave like sea waves casting up pleasures and pains.
 When I think of this end of my moments,
 the barrier of the moments breaks
 and I see by the light of death
 thy world with its careless treasures.
 Rare is its lowliest seat,
 rare is its meanest of lives.
 Things that I longed for in vain
 and things that I got
 —let them pass.
 Let me but truly possess
 the things that I ever spurned
 and overlooked.“

“Let your life lightly dance on the edges of
Time like dew on the tip of a leaf.”  

“If I can’t make it through one door, I’ll go through another door- or i’ll make a door. Something terrific will come no matter how dark the present.” 

“Everything comes to us that belongs to us if we create the capacity to receive it.” 

P.S. Picture doesn't really have any connection to the post, i just like this shot of mine. I think its atmosphere kinda fits the poems. Or at least that's what i've been telling myself.

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I haven't been writing for so long. I decided to just start writing and see where will my mind and words bring me. They brought me to a long, long story which will be posted in series of fragments.
Scroll down for English version x

Išla je mokrim ulicama uspavanog grada. Kiša je opet padala. Nije imala kišobran, uvek zaboravi da ponese kišobran. Kosa joj je bila mokra a niz njen zeleni kaput se slivala voda. Bilo je i dalje prilično rano kad je stigla na stanicu.
Bilo joj je drago što se sklonila od kiše. Kupila je kafu, a onda je dovukla svoj mali kofer do jedinog slobodnog mesta za sednje i započela svoj još od detinjstva omiljeni ritual.
Postmatrala je ljude. Iako se još nije ni razdanilo, stanica je bila puna. Primećivala je način na koji hodaju, da li su im pokreti odsečni i nervozni ili opušteni, kako se oblače, gledala je njihov govor tela dok se obraćaju drugima i zamišljala kakav život vode.
Ispred nje je sedela devojka koja je izgledala iznervirano. Bila je obučeno u crno od glave do pete. Čak su joj i nokti bili nalakirani u crno. Imala je oštre crte lica i izgledala je kao lisica. Samo joj je kosa bila boje meda, u mekim loknama. Kuckala je nešto na svom telefonu (crnom, ako ste sumnjali).
Volela bi da veruje da je devojka skriveni tajni agent, ali zapravo je verovatno samo jedna od mnogih zaposlenih mladih ljudi koji su morali da odu daleko od kuće da bi im se uopšte pružila prilika da budu prezaposleni. I sad živi na relaciji između dva grada, a nije ni tamo ni onde. Da li više pripada igde? Bilo bi joj lakše da je tajni agent.
Malo dalje je sedela žena u srednjim godinama. U licu je bila pomalo sivkasta ali joj je kosa bila savršeno isfenirana i bila je u elegantnoj i svedenoj odeći. Imala je karirani kišobran u ruci i noktima (lepo izmanikiranim) je nervozno lupkala po njegovoj dršci. Pored nje je bio momak (njen sin?) koji je imao isti nos kao ona. On je imao i zelene oči i dugačke trepavice i sivi šal i ruku u zavoju. Pospano je gledao u daljinu.
Kuda su se oni zaputili? Sudeći po količini kofera, negde daleko.
Pored nje je sedeo star čovek, skitnica. Bio je umotan u nekada braon kaput, star i pun rupa. “Imaš li cigaretu?” pitao ju je, prekidajući njen tok misli.
“Aha.” (Nije volela da priča dok je posmatrala, to je ubijalo draž. A i ne možeš baš da zamišljaš kakav život ljudi vode dok pričaš o nekim desetim stvarima)
Svojim kratkim i debelim prstima je uzeo cigaretu, a upaljač je izgleda već imao.
Otpuhnuo je dim i uputio joj osmeh pun iznenađujuće belih zuba.
“Hvala.”
“Nema na čemu.”
“Mogu li da te pitam nešto?”
Nije želela da razgovara sa skitnicama. A ni sa bilo kim drugim. Želela je da sedi na neudobnoj klupi, pije svoju kafu i da se utopi u okolinu. Da je niko ne dira. Da bude deo nameštaja.
Ali bila je suviše fina da ga samo izignoriše, a i bilo joj je žao.
“Aha.”
Još jednom je otpuhnuo dim i, ne okrećući se ka njoj, krenuo da priča.

(Odlomak romana koji nikad neću napisati - deo prvi. Ostatak očekujte uskoro)

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She was walking down the wet streets. The city was still asleep. It was raining again and she didn’t have the umbrella, she always forgets to bring the umbrella. Her hair was soaking, as well as her green coat. It was still quite early when she arrived on the station.
She was glad she came inside, where it wasn’t raining. She bought coffee, dragged her little suitcase to only available seat and started her favorite ritual since childhood.
She watched people. It was still dark outside, but the station was full.
She was noticing the way they walk, talk, if their moves are relaxed or nervous, how they dress, their body language when they’re talking to others. She loved imagining their lives, what is their story and what do they dream about.
In front of her was sitting a pretty annoyed girl. She was wearing black from head to toe. Even her long nails were black. She had sharp features and kinda looked like a fox. Only her hair was honey blonde, soft and curly. She was looking at her phone (also black, if you wondered).
She wanted to believe she was a secret agent or something interesting like that. Truth was probably that she was just one of the too busy young persons, who had to leave their home to be given the chance to be too busy. And she was probably living in 2 cities, but she doesn’t belong to any of them anymore. Maybe it would be easier to be a secret agent.
Near her, there was middle aged woman. Her face was grey-ish but her hair was perfect and she wore elegant and classy clothes. She was tapping nervously on her big plaid umbrella with her perfectly manicured nails. Next to her there was a guy (her son?) who had the same nose as her. He also had green eyes and long eyelashes and grey scarf and broken hand. He stared at the distance sleepily.
Where were they going? According to number and size of their luggage, somewhere far away.
Next to her was an old man, a tramp. He was wrapped in an old coat that used to be brown, but at that point color was undefined. “Do you have a cigarette?” he asked, interrupting her line of thought.
“Yeah.” (She didn’t like to talk when she was observing, she couldn’t enjoy it as much. And you can’t really imagine how people live when you talk about some other things).
He took the cigarette with his short and fat fingers. He already had the lighter, He breathed out the smoke and smiled at her with his surprisingly white teeth,
“Thanks.”
“You’re welcome.”
“Can i ask you something?”
She didn’t want to talk to him. Or anyone else, for that matter. She wanted to sit on this uncomfortable bench, drink her coffee and pretend she’s part of the background. To be left alone. To pretend she’s part of the furniture.
But she was too nice to ignore him, and she fel sorry for him.
“Yeah.”
He breathed out the smoke once again, and, without looking at her, started talking.
(Fragment from a book i’ll never write - part 1. Part 2 coming soon.)

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Few days ago it was 38 years since Diana Budisavljević died. Have you ever heard of her? I bet the answer is no, just like mine would be a week ago. But everyone heard of Schindler, and what her did should be heard too.
She was born in Austria-Hungary, but after she married Julije Budisavljević (doctor from Serbia), the couple moved to zagreb. Zagreb was the capital of, at that moment, during the World War II, Independent state of Croatia, a puppet state of Nazi Germany. Jasenovac death camp was located nearby.
Here's what i've found about her:

“During World War II, Yugoslavia was invaded by the Axis forces in April 1941 and the Nazi-allied Independent State of Croatia began a genocidal campaign against Serbs, Jews and Roma, setting up numerous concentration camps in Croatia. After she learned about children held at the camp Lobor-Grad, in October 1941, together with a number of collaborators, she launched a relief campaign named "Action Diana Budisavljević". The Action took care of mostly Serbian children but also women held in various concentration camps including the Jasenovac death camps.
With help from the local Jewish community, which was forced to support the camp inmates, her team sent supplies of food, medicines, clothes and also money, first to Lobor-Grad and later to another camp at Gornja Rijeka, both situated north of Zagreb. Her team also helped the members of the Croatian Red Cross at the main railway station in Zagreb, providing travel supplies for workers in trains that stopped there on their way to forced labor in Germany - some of those men, women and children returned to Zagreb after they were stopped in Maribor and Linz and were not allowed to travel further due to their illness - they were taken care by the Red Cross and the Action. During that work, in March 1942, Diana Budisavljević met the Headnurse Dragica Habazin, who became a close collaborator in the following months and years in helping the inmates from various camps that were relocated to Zagreb and other places.
At the beginning of July 1942, with assistance from German officer Albert von Kotzian, Budisavljević obtained written permission to take the children from the Stara Gradiška concentration camp. With the help of the Ministry of Social Affairs she was able to relocate child inmates from the camp. After the rescue efforts in Stara Gradiška, Budisavljević, wearing the uniform of a Red Cross nurse, took part in the transport of children from Mlaka, Jablanac and Jasenovac. More than 6,000 children had been moved away from those camps by the "Action" in July and August 1942. After obtaining permission in August 1942 to move the children from the institutions in Zagreb into the care of families, she worked together with the Zagreb Archdiocese branch of the Caritas and in that way made it possible for several thousands of children to be placed with families in Zagreb and rural communities.
Out of 15,536 children that Budisavljević saved, 3,254 children died during the rescue or immediately after leaving the camp, exhausted by torture, hunger and disease, while more than 12,000 rescued children survived the war. Eleven members of her team were killed during World War II.  Upon request by the Ministry of Social Politics in May 1945, she handed over the card-files that she managed for 4 years.”

She died when she was 87.
After i learned about her, i did a lot of research and i’m just fascinated by this amazing woman. She had so much courage, compassion, bravery, love and selflessness in her heart.
Even seeing the horror of Nazi’s death camps is terrifying enough, but she chose to risk her life and do her best to help those poor children. More than 15 thousand of them! 15 THOUSAND.
I think that Internet should be filled with her and people similar to her instead of reality stars. So that’s why i’m sharing her story with you, she doesn’t deserve to be forgotten.

P.S. I had so many problems writing this text, my computer and internet connection were acting up so much. This has never happened to me before. As if someone didn’t want me to share this lol. If you could, share this post with someone, i truly believe more people should learn about Diana.

Hey everyone! I'm working on some texts (i haven't posted my writing in so long), but until i finish them (next week probably) i'm going to answer some pretty interesting questions.

1. Do you prefer writing in black or blue pen?
I always lose pens so i don't really mind as long as i haven't lost it yet haha
2. Would you prefer to live in the country or the city?
City. I spent my whole life in the city and i'm used to its rhythm.
3. If you could learn a new skill, what would it be?
To fly. Am i shooting to high?
4. Do you drink your tea or coffee with sugar?
I don't always drink coffee, but when i do, my drink is more sugar with coffee than coffee with sugar.
However i don't add anything to tea.
5. What was your favourite book as a child?
I can't remember, i read a lot as a kid (more than i do now) and i had whole bunch of favorites.
6. Do you prefer baths or showers?
Showers - you can't really think of genius ideas when bathing.
7. If you could be a mythical creature, which would you choose?
Pegasus!
8. Do you prefer reading paper or electronic books?
Paper books all day everyday. I love the smell of books and the noise they make when you're flipping pages.It's just not the same with electronic books.
9. What is your favourite article of clothing?
Plain black T-shirt and my black sneakers. 
10. Do you like your name? Would you ever change it?I like it and i wouldn't change it. Here where i live my name is pretty common but when i meet people from other countries they usually say "Wow, what a cool name".
11. Who is a mentor to you?
I don’t have one.
12. Would you ever want to be famous? If so, what for?
I wouldn't like to be 'paparazzi are chasing me' type of famous, i just want to be.. well, known and respected. And i don't know what for because i still have no idea what i am the best at.
13. Are you a restless sleeper?
No, when i fall asleep 3rd World War could be next to my bed and i wouldn't wake up.
14. Do you consider yourself a romantic?
Not at all haha
15. Which element best represents you?
Air i guess? I'm an Aquarius which is an air sign and my natal chart is mostly air (i actually had a period when i was super interested in horoscope and zodiac so i found my natal chart).
16. Who do you want to be closer to?
Few cool persons i'm only acquaintance with.
17. Do you miss someone at the moment?
Not really
18. Tell us about an early childhood memory.
My earliest memory was walking down the street with my Grandma. I was 4 maybe. It was autumn and pavement was covered in yellow, orange and red leaves and i had red woolen coat.
I also remember my 4th birthday and when my grandad came to visit us (he lived in another country) and games i used to play with my little friends. Good old times
19. What is the strangest thing you have eaten?
I haven't eaten anything extraordinary weird, because everything i've eaten while i was travelling is normal to some cultures. But i ate inedible things when i was a baby. Toys and stuff.
20. What can you see outside your bedroom window?
Mostly trees.
21. What are you most thankful for?Everything i have, even though i sometimes take my life and people in my life for granted.
22. Do you like spicy food?
Yes. Not too spicy, though.
23. Have you ever met someone famous?
I’ve met / seen famous people from Serbia (mostly actors and musicians, but once i saw one politician in a nightclub).
24. Do you keep a diary or journal?
No, i tried few times but i get bored after few days so i always give up on it.
25. Do you prefer pen or pencil?
Pen.
26. What is your star sign?
My Sun sign is Aquarius and rising is Capricorn.
27. Do you like your cereal crunchy or soggy?
I don't really eat cereal. But crunchy.
28. What would you want your legacy to be?
I want to make people happy and make art.
29. Do you like reading? What was the last thing you read?
Yes. I'm currently reading Master and Margarita by Bulgakov, and before that i was reading Decameron by Boccaccio.
30. How do you show someone you love them?
I don't know
I'm incredibly awkward with showing love/affection.
31. Do you like ice in your drinks?
Yup. (My mum who is forever afraid i'll catch a cold by drinking cold drinks is probably give me the dirty look when she reads this)
32. What are you afraid of?
Jellyfishes and heights (when it comes to heights, i'm not consciously afraid or panicking, i just get vertigo and i stop feeling my legs when i look down).
33. What is your favourite scent?
Vanilla and cinnamon.
34. Do you address older people by their first or last name?
Depends, i avoid calling them by name if possible.
35. If money was not a factor, how would you live your life?
I’d travel all the time and give myself the best education possible.
36. Do you prefer swimming in pools or in the ocean?
Oceans are better, except, you know.. jellyfishes.
37. What would you do if you found $50 on the ground?
Pick it and keep it unless i see someone who is searching for them.
38. Have you ever seen a shooting star? Did you make a wish?
Yes!
39. What is one thing you would want to teach your children?
To think, respect others and don't judge others by their nationality, race, gender, religion or bank account.
40. If you had a tattoo, what would it be and where would you get it?
I think tattoos are cool but i doubt i'll ever get one because honestly i don't love anything enough for it to be on my skin forever (except my family but there are so many other ways to show them i love them). And i get bored easily.
41. What can you hear right now?
I'm listening to Jhene Aiko - The Worst at the moment.
42. Where do you feel the safest?
At home, in my bed.

43. What is one thing you want to overcome/conquer?
To stop being my own worst enemy.
44. If you could travel back to any era. which would you choose?
Ancient Greece, but only if i could change my gender. Because being a woman in Ancient Greece sucked.
45. What is your most used emoji?
😂
46. What is your favourite season? Why?
Spring because the weather is nice and there are still no bugs.
47. How would you spend your ideal day?
Not being in Belgrade but on vacation and exploring the place i've travelled to.
48. Describe yourself using one word?
Asshole. Just kidding, that was the first thing that came to my mind. I was thinking long and hard and i couldn't find the right word. I don't like limits
49. What do you regret the most?















I love questions like these and Q&A posts so if you have anything you'd like to know, feel free to ask :) As it's Friday, here's a little chill playlist:
1. Joy Division - Disorder
2. Guns N' Roses - Knockin On Heaven's Door
3. Years & Years - Eyes Shut
4. Jamiroquai - 7 Days In Sunny June
5. Jhene Aiko - Spotless Mind
6. Pink Floyd - High Hopes
7. Marcus Marr & Chet Faker - Killing Jar
8. alt-J - Taro
9. John Lennon - Imagine
10. Lana Del Rey - Freak
(My music taste is pretty eclectic)

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Those are book covers ( think).


Fun fact: before Dutch Golden Age, Utrecht was the most important city in The Netherlands, as it was the religious center for a long time.

Unfortunately, we weren't able to stay there for long. We just wandered around the center, saw few churches, took few photos, nearly got hit by other people on bikes, saw this cool flamingo floatie, well, floating around and went back home. The main canal is really pretty and it reminds me of Amsterdam. I wish i had more time to explore this charming city.

oversized košulje i vožnje biciklom po holandskim gradovima #vsconetherlands

A photo posted by Dunja Jovanović (@04.40am) on Aug 6, 2016 at 7:31am PDT

jesti gaudu u Gaudi ✔️ #vsconetherlands

A photo posted by Dunja Jovanović (@04.40am) on Aug 6, 2016 at 10:26am PDT

So now i can say i ate gouda in Gouda.... how cheesy. (Yes, that was a pun)
We were mostly on the Markt square, where Old City Hall is situated (one of the oldest gothic buildings in the Netherlands), along with the market (very surprising, considering the name of the square) where you can buy fresh fruit, vegetables, cheese (of course) and a lot of other things.

Another part i really liked is the canal (by this point i think you realized that i like canals) with cute vintage shops and buildings around it. Weather in The Netherlands is really moody and it's usually cloudy or raining but that day it was really sunny and beautiful and it probably made me like this city even more.

😍😍😍 #vsconetherlands #vscoholland

A photo posted by Dunja Jovanović (@04.40am) on Aug 12, 2016 at 4:29am PDT

                                                                        DELFT

The same day we visited Gouda we visited Delft. It's a city famous for Delft blue pottery and painter Johannes Vermeer.
My favorite part of the visit was sitting in the main square looking at the City Hall with Nieuwe Kerk (New Church) behind my back, watching kids trying famous clogs, listening to classical music playing and people talking, feeling the sun and just being in the moment.
Others didn't appreciate my desire to enjoy in the moment (rude) so we began to explore the city. We saw leaning Oude Kerk (Old Church), green canal, a lot of bikes, adorable little bazaar (i LOVE bazaars, i could spend hours there even though i generally hate shopping) and some more bikes.

                                                                        BRUGGE

Last but definitely not least. As a self-proclaimed hedonist and a huge chocolate lover, Brugge has a special place in my heart. Even though it's 3 hours away and in another country (Belgium).
Facts time: It's a capital of West Flanders and its historic center is a World Heritage Site of UNESCO.
When you're walking around Amsterdam you smell weed, in Brugge you smell chocolate. There are chocolate and waffle shops everywhere, so you may want to leave your diet at home for full Brugge experience. I left Brugge probably 15kg heavier, but i have no regrets. Belgian handmade chocolate is closest to heaven i've ever experienced.

(("Sweet dreams are made of this" softly playing in the background))



  Can we talk about the architecture and how beautiful it is? This is the Provinciaal Hof (Province Court), by the way - former meeting place for the provincial government of West Flanders.


Oh hello, this is me enjoying the beauty but also trying to stay alive after too much sugar i just ate.

This is the point when my little tour ends. Have you visited these cities, and which one you find the most interesting? Hope you learned something and/or that i inspired you to visit some of those places x
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Last week i wasn't active on the blog because i was travelling (finally!).
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I was in Netherlands (and made a little trip to Belgium, but that's a topic for my next post) and out of 7 days there, 3 were dedicated to exploring Amsterdam.

Amsterdam, or "Venice of North", may not be everyone's cup of tea. It not a pretty city the way Paris is, for example. Architecture is gorgeous, as well as the canals. But the strongest impression i got for Amsterdam was the sense of freedom and wildness - here, sexuality (in every way) is celebrated, marijuana is legal and people are non-judgemental.



If you came from more traditional environment, it may be a little shocking to see LGBT flags everywhere (and by everywhere, i mean everywhere. I saw one on the church.) and feeling the smell marijuana every few minutes.
What i found kinda funny - infamous Red light district is located next to one of the oldest churches in Amsterdam.

Amsterdamnn 🌸 • • • • • #amsterdam #amsterdamworld #visitamsterdam #at_amsterdam #awesomeamsterdam #amsterdamshots #wonderlustamsterdam #travelawesome

A photo posted by Dunja Jovanović (@04.40am) on Aug 3, 2016 at 1:32am PDT

I must admit that i didn't fell in love with Amsterdam the way i fell in love with Stockholm, for example. But i'm by no means disappointed. Walking around the city (and taking photos of everything because everything is beautiful) is a great experience itself, but you can also ride a bike. In Netherlands, everyone and their mothers ride bikes, which is great for your health and health of our planet.
If you came by car, my recommendation is to park away from center, on P+R parking, and then catch a public transportation to the center - tickets for PT will be much cheaper and parking will cost you only 1 euro!


This lil baby is swimming in the fountain on Museumplein (square where the biggest and best museums in Amsterdam are located) and he's doing such a good job!!

i love you the first time i love you the last time yo soy la princessa, comprende mis white lines 'cause i'm your jazz singer and you're my cult leader i love you forever i love you forever #ultraviolence

A photo posted by Dunja Jovanović (@04.40am) on Aug 8, 2016 at 8:43am PDT

I absolutely love its streets, they are so charming and they have their own unique energy.



Inside of Rijksmuseum (= National museum). If you're like me, trip isn't complete without visiting any museums and galleries. Here you can find masterpieces by Rembrandt, Van Gogh, Jan Davidsz de Heem, Hans Bollongier, Jan Toorop, even Claude Monet (i was so happy when i found his painting as he's my favorite artist). It's really big and you'll definitely need 3-4 hours to see everything but it's amazing.

Van Gogh museum was my favorite. I'm a big fan of his work and this gallery has some of his most famous masterpieces, like Sunflowers, Almond tree in bloom and The bedroom. There are 3 floors so you can see his work chronologically, plus paintings of the artists that inspired him and that he inspired (another Monet's painting, yass), and there's also a separate exhibition On the Verge Of Insanity, showing the paintings from the end of his life. 





Have you even been to Amsterdam? What's your favorite thing about it?
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It was a long time since i made a post about my favorite quotes. I hope you enjoy reading these posts as much as i enjoy making them :)

“Everyone who has ever built anywhere a ‘new heaven’ first found the power there to in his own hell.” - Friedrich Nietzsche

“Remember that everyone you meet is afraid of something, loves something and has lost something.” - H. Jackson Brown Jr.
“If I am worth anything later
I am worth something now
For wheat is wheat
Even if people think it’s a grass in the beginning” -Van Gogh

“I remember when I was younger and I wanted to be beautiful; now I’m older and I want to be intelligent. I want to burn hearts with brilliance and engulf souls with compassion. I want to be loved for my thoughts and nothing else. “

“It is impossible to live without failing at something, unless you live so cautiously that you might as well not have lived at all - in which case, you fail by default.” -J.K. Rowling

“Life is a choice, not a destiny - because common people live how they have to, and the real ones live how they want to.
One becomes free by his choice, resistance and refusing” - Meša Selimović


“Great things are done by a series of small things brought together.”  -Vincent Van Gogh

“Nothing great in the world has ever been accomplished without passion.” -Georg Wilhelm Friedrich Hegel

“Emancipate yourselves from mental slavery.
None but ourselves can free our minds.”  -Bob Marley

“We all have souls of different ages.”  -F. Scott Fitzgerald

“But all the magic
I have known
I had to make
Myself” - Shel Silverstein

“Passing time is just an illusion because all of the eternity is actually taking place at once”

“I cannot be still for long. There is a riot in me all the time. A needy, restless voice in my heart endlessly urging me onward. I ache for new experiences and my hunger for adventure is boundless. My entire life is a perpetual loop of longing for something else.” - Beau Taplin

“I think we regular people may have forgotten a basic truth―we don’t really have the right to judge anyone else.” -Kanae Minato

“Perhaps when we find ourselves wanting everything, it is because we are dangerously close to wanting nothing.” -Sylvia Plath

“Edit your life frequently and ruthlessly. It’s your masterpiece after all.” -Nathan W. Morris

What is your favorite quote (it doesn’t have to be from my list)? Let me know in the comments!

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