by Olga Brajnović | Jun 16, 2018 | challenges, Memories
When I was little, I was the target of jokes of choice for my classmates, because I couldn’t speak properly Spanish. I had went to school not knowing a single word of the language, because we were immigrants and at home we spoke Croatian. I was constantly making...
by Olga Brajnović | Jun 11, 2018 | challenges, Memories
My city keeps its ancient walls all around the old quarter, with its bastions, battlements, bulwarks, part of its moat, its beautiful citadel, even a gate with a wooden drawbridge which is still working. Obviously, they no longer are used as a defence against the...
by Olga Brajnović | Jun 6, 2018 | challenges, Memories
Speaking about nightmares is dangerous. I don’t know if there are out there reading this , dream interpreters who can deduce things about my inner self I don’t want to reveal. I’ll write though about a recurring nightmare I have had for a long time....
by Olga Brajnović | Jun 4, 2018 | Humor, Journalism, Memories
A seasoned journalist from my newsroom had had a harsh polemic with a politician, the secretary of education of the regional government. She basically called him a liar in a column. He was furious and he threatened with stopping the source of info about his...
by Olga Brajnović | May 23, 2018 | daily prompt
A very mild earthquake shake my city many years ago, and it was all over the news. I was making the news, because I was working in a local newspaper at the time. It was before the Internet was an available tool. My boss told one of my coworkers, to call to the...
