A Local Call

She is in her eighties and he at most in early thirties. They lean comfortably on a tower of orange cases in the middle of a big supermarket, discussing smartphone features. He is very fluent in English, but the accent discloses that he did not grow up in Ireland. “You pull your finger over the screen … More A Local Call

A Birdcall

I grew up in a city on the Croatian coast. Vehicles speeding on the roads were a much more common sound on the 9th floor of the large apartment block, than a birds’ song, but the sea views connected us with the nature. Summers, however, were a completely different story. We’d spend almost 3 months in our seaside village … More A Birdcall

Ancient Irish Seasons

It’s dump, grey and drizzly outside, one of the days when heavy blankets of clouds seem cast anchored above the very west of Europe. Nevertheless, today, I choose to think about the bright, sunny days ahead of us and celebrate the first day of spring as the ancient Celts on the shores of Ireland did. Those lads and lassies … More Ancient Irish Seasons

‘We do Have 2 Parties in Cuba ….’

‘We do have 2 parties in Cuba, one is called Fidel and the other Raúl,’ Alberto, a guide in his thirties, answered my, somewhat, naive question and both of us burst laughing. We were chatting about his homeland, the only country he’s ever seen, and I wanted to know if there were any potential political movements, any chances whatsoever that at … More ‘We do Have 2 Parties in Cuba ….’

The Truth @ Wyndham’s Theatre in London

A play hasn’t made me laugh this much for ages. I was crying with laughter at times and was only laughing during the rest of the play. “La Vérité” by Florian Zeller, translated in English by Christopher Hampton, unfortunately, closed last night at Wyndham’s Theatre in London, but it’ll be a sin if this cast doesn’t bring … More The Truth @ Wyndham’s Theatre in London