by Olga Brajnović | Feb 14, 2021 | challenges, Family, Memories
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 forbidden for me. Now that things had changed, and I don’t have any political problems to return to my country and...
by Olga Brajnović | Feb 4, 2021 | challenges, Family, Memories
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 much. The town suffered a lot during WWII. First, the Italian fascists occupied it and took my father as a...
by Olga Brajnović | Jan 28, 2021 | challenges, Journalism, Memories, our life
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 problem and couldn’t tell my right from my left. So for me, the letters...
by Olga Brajnović | Jan 17, 2021 | challenges, Journalism, Memories, our life
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 wounding dozens. While on the streets, groups of young people supported them with...
by Olga Brajnović | Dec 10, 2020 | challenges, Memories, our life
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 the other kids were saying, and I became very shy. I couldn’t understand the teachers’...
by Olga Brajnović | Dec 3, 2020 | challenges, Family, Memories, our life
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, I saw him for the first time when I was eight, and he was in his twenties and came to us from Zagreb to Pamplona...
