by Olga Brajnović | Oct 16, 2023 | challenges, fiction
Okay, not everyone has the same destiny. But why should it have been my turn to have seen the light in a dirty warehouse in District 4 of Saigon? Couldn’t it have been in the middle of Montmarte, Paris, or Fifth Avenue in New York? Or in one of those Dutch towns...
by Olga Brajnović | May 16, 2016 | challenges
I don’t know his name. I only know that he is poor and he seems extremely tired. He arrives every morning to the main square of my city, chooses an empty bench and begins to play his old accordion hoping to collect some coins from the people passing by, hurrying to...
