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Women Who Loot

Chapter from My Life Withut Me October 5th, 2000, a historical day for Serbia. Where was I? The invisible? I was on BBC, CNN, local TV etc… All day, every hour, with the subtitle: citizens looting the Serbian parliament. Yes, … Continue reading

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Hacking History

The Three Sisters of Gavrilo Princip, Hacking History, or, Don’t Follow the Principles On 28 June 1914, Gavrilo Princip assassinated in Sarajevo the Austrian Archiduke Franz Ferdinand of Austria ( heir to the throne) and his wife Sofia. This act … Continue reading

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Gavrilo Princip and Two Girls

In English, in French, in Italian In the former Yugoslavia, there used to be a joke about how to tell the difference between a Serbian and a Croatian girl. If you tell Croatian girl she is pretty, she smiles. If … Continue reading

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La Vita e’ Bella

NATO bombings in Serbia/Kosovo The Diary published by Granta La vita e’ bella Even though I wrote this years ago, even though I am not a futurist or a pessimist, I did not expect this kind of development of events: … Continue reading

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Syria/Serbia

I have little new to say about my 78 days of humanitarian bombing, but my experience might be new to the people of Syria. In the Orwellian days of 1999, Serbia was being blown up for blowing up Kosovo, officially … Continue reading

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No Life in Serbia

In English, in French He woke at five in the morning with a gun in his hand. There is no life for us anymore, he said. Then this man, sixty years old, an exemplary father and husband, “a hard and … Continue reading

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Ten Years Without Zoran Djindjic

In English, French I met Djindic before he became “the” Djindic. He jumped over the office table and shook my hand when our mutual friend introduced me as a feminist, ironically. I remember, too, that afterwards, whenever he would meet … Continue reading

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