My grandmother passed away last year on February 6th. Trying to deal with the loss when I revisited her house last summer, I looked for what is left of her presence. I found Baka Ana in her garden and in her things. Klick at the photo to have a look at the full series.
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.
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.
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?
There is something that has bothered me lately. Actually, it has always been bothering me, but lately I feel the undeniable need to try to come to terms with it. It is the question what it means to live in Germany as an alien. I think what triggered this chain of thoughts was the article... Continue Reading →
When I was a kid, about seven years old maybe, my mother wanted me to learn and play the accordion. I refused, as I refused almost anything related to the cultures of my home countries. Instead, I learned to play the flute, the alto recorder, the violin, electric bass, cajon and castanets in the course of... Continue Reading →
by Ruža B ǀ English translation by Renata B. ǀ © trashbus, 2014 Chapter I - Off to School! After I had completed fourth grade of elementary school in our village in 1955, my father decided to send me to high school the following year. The high school was in the city, of course, about seven... Continue Reading →