Saved by the confusion of a retreat
An explosion, a loud shake, and the screeching of iron on iron interrupted the conversations and led to an ominous silence. The shooting began immediately. The train had derailed after
Despite its troubles
An explosion, a loud shake, and the screeching of iron on iron interrupted the conversations and led to an ominous silence. The shooting began immediately. The train had derailed after
I would like to have a place to call my village, but my roots are very far away. I’m a child of exile, and for many years those places were
My father had an aunt named Olga, a teacher at the school in his town, Kotor. She was respected and loved by everybody because she cared for her pupils very
I was born in exile and went to school without knowing my parents’ new country’s language. To further complicate things in the classroom, I had (and still have) a directionality
The eighties and nineties were dangerous on the streets of the city where I live and where I worked as a journalist. Terrorists committed bomb attacks or shootings, killing and
Born in exile, I went to school knowing nothing about Spanish, the language of the country in which I lived. I didn’t understand a word of what the teachers and
He was one of the best persons I have met. Always in good spirits, willing to help, caring about everybody. He was my cousin. Because I was born in exile,
After twelve years apart, persecuted by communists, my parents finally managed to get together in Munich in 1956. My mom boarded the Orient Express in Zagreb, Croatia, then under communist
When my father died, we found his diaries from the years of WWII and the cold war, a time very harsh for him. We thought that the diaries would be