I love movement. In any form. I love walking. I like to be driven. And I absolutely love to drive. Anywhere. Anytime. In a rush hour. I don’t mind. On the contrary, it relaxes me. While people around me horn and call someone’s innocent mother names, I stop and think how nice it is to stop. Because how many times a day do you really have an opportunity to stop and look around you?
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Deep in the city, on a pavement, I’m lying with my hand on my stomach counting down the heartbeats to hunting grounds. It’s…
(ili napisali ste knjigu – šta sad?) Tajna piramida. Bermudski trougao. Čudovište iz Loh Nesa. Stounhendž. Grad Atlantida. Objavljivanje knjige u Srbiji. Sve su…
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In Belgrade, 37 degrees (in shades).
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