Weekly Photo Challenge: A Face in the Crowd. A different type of portrait. No matter how dark, I'd recognize my friend.
I've been working on several photo series and just uploaded the first one to my new photography site. Head over to Comprehending Patterns of Home to learn more about the project and to have a look at the photos.
Weekly Photo Challenge: Beloved. Share a photo of something that is dearly loved. Life is short, and relationships between parents and children are complicated. Those of us who are lucky enough to be loved by their mothers and fathers should try and forgive them their all-too-human fallibility.
The Riddle of the Sphinx Sphinx: "Which creature has one voice and yet becomes four-footed and two-footed and three-footed?" Oedipus: "Man—who crawls on all fours as a baby, then walks on two feet as an adult, and then uses a walking stick in old age."
Dear friends, my collection of short stories is out now! You can buy my book at the BoD-Bookshop, at Amazon or the online store of your choice. Or, and I strongly suggest you do that: Support your local bookshop and ask them to order a copy for you! Have a look at the first couple of pages here.... Continue Reading →
Sputnik Kino Berlin British Shorts Film Festival “Crossing Borders” - Festival Workshop & 48 Hour Film Project Abeceda from trashbus on Vimeo.
In preparation of my event Trashbus - The Balkan Stories #4: Balkan Love I asked my neighbor Vera: What is love? Here's what she had to say. She's a visionary.
04.11.2016, 8 p.m. @ Sputnik Kino Berlin Reading: "Balkan Love" (Renata Britvec) Film screening: "Gangster of Love" (documentary directed by Nebojša Slijepčević) In matters of love, there is complete chaos in the Balkans, maybe even more than anywhere else. First love surprises you, then it tortures you and eventually, it flies the coop. Sometimes it... Continue Reading →
This photo is part of the trashbus analog photo series "Home". In this series, I am examining what home means and where it might be. Is it a particular place? Is it connected to people? Or is it rather a feeling coming from within? All photos are taken with my Canon AE-1.
Last Saturday I attended a workshop on expressive writing. The Reader Berlin, an editing house offering various author and publishing services, organized the workshop titled "Steps into Nature". Our teacher was Dimitra Didangelou. For the participants to experience at least something close to nature, Dimitra took us to Viktoriapark in Kreuzberg where we let the creative juices flow. One... Continue Reading →
Each time I visit my family, I think: "This might be the last time we see each other." Now I am asking you: Am I morbid?
Wanderlust. Dreaming of Bosnia and Serbia. Wish the Raketa would stop by at my place, pick me up and take me some place full of adventures for the weekend.
trashbus - The Balkan Stories #3 @ Sputnik Kino Berlin was a huge success! Have a look at the pictures and you will see how much fun we had. Thanks to my actors Abbas Saberi, Lukas Grasskamp and special guest Jürgen, the mouse - thanks to Andrea & Jürgen of Sputnik/Lichtspielklub and a big kiss... Continue Reading →
Friday, October 23rd, 2015, 8 p.m. @ Sputnik Kino Bar, Berlin-Kreuzberg We will present Stevo Lopov's short play "Arme Sau Mensch" (Bosnia, 2014) at Sputnik. Stevo Lopov is my alter ego. I needed to create this persona to be able to write this play. It's about war, and then again it isn't: A Muslim and... Continue Reading →
“Inšallah Madona, Inšallah” (reading) & Lungo te ´trais (concert) Friday, September 25th 2015 @ Sputnik Kino Berlin-Kreuzberg Bus owner Renata B. will read her German translation of Miljenko Jergović's story „Idžtihad“. The story is the intimate account of a man lead by his own violence - until a song, a bag of oranges, too much alcohol... Continue Reading →
This essay is part of the series “Being an alien in Germany”. You can find the introductory essay as well as other essays about the subject here. My first name is Renata. My last name is pronounced brit-vets, with the accent on the i of the first syllable. Two syllables in my last name. Rarely... Continue Reading →