by Olga Brajnović | Dec 17, 2023 | Memories, Poetry
Glued to the frosted glassof the living room doorwhere the magic was workingI dreamed with a merry heart Inside, to the scent of fir and mosslittle restless lightsAppeared one by oneUntil they illuminated the dark room It was the Christmas angelTalking to daddyand...
by Olga Brajnović | Sep 13, 2021 | challenges, fiction, Memories
The road ended at the fence of the front garden of the old house my father had found to spend our summer holidays. It was the best he could afford with his university teacher’s salary for the seven of us. Behind the building, they were imposing mountains, track...
by Olga Brajnović | Nov 15, 2020 | challenges, Love, Memories
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 full of his adventures as a prisoner and fugitive, which were really exciting. And yes, he wrote about that, but in the...
by Olga Brajnović | Oct 16, 2020 | challenges, Family
So strange! All my body was sweating, despite I was in the open air, sailing with my dad on a beautiful bay. The small boat swayed in the waves. All around us, it was blue. I wanted to talk with dad. But he was busy with the sail and securing the lines. The air was...
by Olga Brajnović | Oct 14, 2020 | Family, Journalism, Memories
My father was a teacher at the Journalism school of Navarre’s University in Spain from 1960 to 1992. I studied in that school and attended his classes, but I couldn’t take his exams. Instead, a tribunal of three teachers was in charge of testing me, and...
