by Olga Brajnović | Aug 6, 2013 | bad luck, our life
We are in a park with my older sister. My brother is crying. We were playing near an iron gate. He slipped his head through the bars and now he can’t remove it. He trapped himself. I don’t understand why. If his head fits one way through the bars I...
by Olga Brajnović | Jul 9, 2013 | bad luck
It have been raining. The floor was slippery and that was dangerous. The street, packed with people watching the running of the bulls. It was Sunday. Javier was a young man but a veteran runner. He didn’t like to run on Sundays because of the amount of people...
