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What is Love?
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.
Write outside the box: Steps into Nature
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 →
Family Visit
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?
Of Men and Mice
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 →
Say My Name …
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 →
A Yugoslav kid in German elementary school
This essay is part of the series "Being an alien in Germany". You can find the introductory essay as well as other essays concerning the subject here. My mom took me to school on my first school day. We were waiting in front of my classroom. We were very early because my mom didn’t want... Continue Reading →
On being an alien in Germany
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 →
Translating = Creating.
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 →
