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."
Head over to Summer ǀ Sea ǀ Solitude to have a look at the complete series.
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.
A belated Happy New Year to you all! Some doors have been shut in your face. Others will be wide open. What's behind those doors? Secrets. Adventures. Good ones and bad ones, but adventures they are. And I say wooheee! Spend more time thinking about doors with Collins Dictionary - it pays.
All the best to you and your loved ones: Loads of food, drink, gifts, health and love!
On Ivor Martinić’s play “Bojim se da se sada poznajemo” (“I’m afraid we know each other now”) Digging for Roots: I wrote this essay about a month ago for a blog which was created to go with and document the project "The Art of Ageing" of the European Theatre Convention. I was preoccupied with what... 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 →
Check out the rest of the Bosnian Cycle here
This is where I spend most of my time when I visit my family in Bosnia. If you like this post, you should also check out Bosnia I: Around the House - enjoy!
A peek inside my Bosnian home.
A narrative film by trashbus | Renata Britvec (2014) 6 min. - Short | No-budget The ancient city of Ragusa, now called Dubrovnik, is famous for its coat of arms reading LIBERTAS. But what does libertas mean, and is really everybody in Ragusa free?
This documentary is based on my short story How My Uncle Met His Dog. It is dedicated to my family and the people of Bosnia and Herzegovina, regardless of their ethnicity. A narrative documentary by trashbus | Renata Britvec (2013) 18 min. - Documentary | Short | No-budget Bosnia and Herzegovina: A man who has... Continue Reading →
So, Berlin is famous for its urban and hip streetwear. But what happens with the clothes after they have been disposed of? Where do they go when no one wants them anymore, not even the vintage store just around the corner? They hang out in the streets, telling jokes and stories.
My friend Tabea advised me to look up every once in a while. Here's what I found while inspecting what there is above me. And if you would like to check out Tabea's work, visit Tabea's website.
rust [rʌst] (Collins English Dictionary) noun - a reddish-brown oxide coating formed on iron or steel by the action of oxygen and moisture - any corrosive or debilitating influence, esp lack of use verb - to become or cause to become coated with a layer of rust - to deteriorate or cause to deteriorate through... Continue Reading →
I wish all of you a happy new year! Stay safe, sane and healthy. We're embarking on a new journey. We'll cross borders, broaden our minds, experience joy and pain and boredom, we'll get to know ourselves better, make new friends, say goodbye to old ones, fall in love, struggle, survive, argue, travel, work, discover... Continue Reading →
Basketball is one of the favorite sports in the Balkan region. You can find basketball courts almost anywhere you go, even in the most absurd places. Sometimes they are full courts, sometimes just the baskets, an improvised place for people to enjoy, but you can play basketball all around the region. I don't know exactly... Continue Reading →
I met with my author friend in Berlin-Neukölln to discuss her new play and to talk about work and whatever else was important in life. I was happy to see her. We hadn’t met in a while because she had been to the Netherlands and Serbia, so we had to catch up on quite a... Continue Reading →
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