Trashbus – The Balkan Stories #2

“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 →

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 →

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 →

Open the Door!

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.

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 →

trashbus – The Reading

So, guys. I survived my first reading. October 24th, Sputnik Kino Berlin. Thank God a friend of mine came to visit and took care of me. I was so excited I actually fell ill the day before the reading. I had a sore throat, swollen tonsils, a runny nose and a fever that felt like... 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 →

Accordion Angel

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 →

New story on it’s way!

Dear friends, in the course of this week, I will publish chapters of a new and very special story. But first let me tell you about how the story came to me: About a year and a half ago, I asked my mother to take notes about stories she had told me when I was... Continue Reading →

Great News!

I have some great news for you - my short narrative documentary "My Uncle's Dog Looks Like a Werewolf" can now be watched in great Sheffield Doc Fest's Videotheque - yeah, yeah, yeah, yippiiiiiie! Follow Sheffield Doc Fest's Videtheque on Twitter: And watch the new trailer to the short film here:

Lisbon

If you ever travel to Lisbon, don't forget to stroll through the old quarters of Alfama, Castelo and Mouraria watch out for great street art eat Pastéis de Nata at Confeitaria dos Pastéis de Belém in Belém follow the cats go treasure hunting at Feira da Ladra visit the peacocks at Castelo Sao Jorge and... Continue Reading →

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