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 →
trashbus – The Balkan Stories & Live: Branko Galoić & Marko Jovanović
Lichtspielklub Spezial @ Sputnik Kino Berlin-Kreuzberg Films, texts and music from a land far away Friday, 24.10.2014 8.30 p.m. I am proud to announce my first reading, which will take place in the bar of Berlin's famous independent movie theater Sputnik Kino! I will read from my collection of texts: Stories about a grandma who... 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 →
Bosnia V: Woods and Mountains
Check out the rest of the Bosnian Cycle here
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 →
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:
Bosnia II: On the Porch and in the Garden
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!
Bosnia I: Around the House
A peek inside my Bosnian home.
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 →
Short Film: LIBERTAS
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?
Short Film: “My Uncle’s Dog Looks Like a Werewolf”
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 →
Berlin Streetwear
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.
bottomless
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
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 →
Ship ahoy!
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 →