Trashbus #8 – Meditations on a Knife-edge Reading & Concert Friday, October 1st, 2021 ǀ 8.00 p.m. ǀ Sputnik Kino Berlin Admission: 5 € Trashbus is back in town – this time with literature and music! Storyteller Renata Britvec meditates on razors and rituals, blowflies in the hallway, the phantom pain of homesickness, and the... Continue Reading →
Canceled: Trashbus in Berlin on Nov 6th
Trashbus #8 – Meditations on a Knife-edge Reading & Concert Friday, November 6th, 2020 ǀ 8.30 p.m. ǀ Sputnik Kino Berlin Admission: 5 € +++Canceled due to Corona lockdown+++ Trashbus is back in town – this time with literature and music! Storyteller Renata Britvec meditates on razors and rituals, blowflies in the hallway, the phantom... Continue Reading →
Coming soon: Short Hellos & Long Goodbyes
Trashbus will make a stopover at Sputnik Kino Berlin in September! Look forward to photos, a reading, and a film screening. For more info go to #7. To have a look at the full photo series, go to Short Hellos & Long Goodbyes.
Out Now: Trashbus. The Balkan Stories.
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 →
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 →
Happy Birthday, Charles!
Today would have been Charles Bukowski’s 94th birthday. I remember the first Bukowski novel I read, „Hollywood“. I was about 20 years old and sure I had discovered a writer who would be there with me for the rest of my life. I loved Chinaski’s and his girlfriend’s visit over at the posh house in L.A.... 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 →
What I Wished For – A Childhood Tale in Five Chapters
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 →
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 →
My Neighbor, the Banshee
There’s a lot of crazy people in Berlin. One of them is my neighbor. I can’t describe my neighbor because I have never seen her. I only know her voice. Her voice is hovering in our backyard like a banshee’s wail. Constantly. With interruptions, of course. The backyard is closed in between four houses. I... Continue Reading →
Kings of Ceredigion
The mayor of Aberystwyth is a cat which likes to sit upon a wall opposite of my friends' house. But the Kings of Aber and the whole of Ceredigion, I suppose, are the seagulls. They rule the city. They’re above of it all. Above you, too. They can shit on you, if they want. They... Continue Reading →
In Borth, Wales, there is a small zoo. It’s called The Animalarium. It is not a proper zoo, it’s more like a collection of random animals. People can also come and see the vet if their companion animal has fallen ill, or they can drop their unwanted exotic pets there if they’re fed up with... Continue Reading →
Oh Ye Old Men of Barcelona
I had to go meet somebody in Gràcia, but I didn’t want to take the metro. I decided to walk up the Ramblas, even though they are hopelessly crowded and, to be perfectly honest, ugly in some sort of way. There’s nothing really that would attract your attention, there’s only fast food, plastic stuff and... Continue Reading →
Stumbling through Raval
This year in early May I had to go on a business trip to Barcelona. I was supposed to meet an author/director and go see the premiere of his new play, also I had to meet another associate. But that was basically it, and as I stayed almost four days, I had enough spare time.... Continue Reading →
Does the wind on Mljet have a name?
This year I spent my summer in the Dubrovnik region. I went to the island Mljet, which is supposed to be Ogygia, the place where Ulysses lingered like twelve years before returning to his wife because this girl Calypso wouldn’t let him go. So I expected quite a bit but I must admit I wasn’t... Continue Reading →
I once visited friends in Aberystwyth, Wales. And I found this sign which to me seemed really odd. On the one hand it has these beautiful colors and it looks rather encouraging than warning, as if it was saying “DO jump into the unknown” – and, to hell with it, why not? On the... Continue Reading →