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Serbian She was only fifteen when she woke up one morning wanting to become someone else. Everything about her was imperfect, unmolded and disproportionate. It did not follow the standards. Standards of imposed environmental lifestyle. She would often stand in front of the mirror and look for virtues, but she could not see them. The only thing she saw were flaws. Simply nothing was good enough. She would walk down the street and wish for the body of the another girl, the int

Serbian This is the story of one, now a oldwoman, who survived one of the cruelest projects of the human mind, the Holocaust. Most people are familiar with the weight that this word carries, and we're aware of how our body trembles by pronouncing it. The very thought of what people were going through, just because they were different and posed a threat to someone because of that is scary. Someone decided to determine the parameters of inferiority and superiority of the human

Serbian I believe that being a parent is the biggest challenge a person can have, and looking at today's generations to which I also belong to, think we take it easy, sometimes too easy. If you don't agree with me, keep reading. The impatient anticipation of a child often comes as a need to fulfill life, new joy, and happiness. We know that this need can be met by children. Children are born as the purest beings with beautiful, uncorrupted energy. The most sincere beings, exc

Serbian I'm positive the Christmas tree knows the answer to this question. It knows all the secrets. As I observe it, I think of all the answers she would surely give me at the right time. Masked with ornaments as if eagerly waiting to utter the answers. How much wealth carry one tree. Someone chose that particular tree to fulfill a handful of wishes that have a year to travel, to the realization of dreams. Those desires do not ask for age. Under the Christmas tree, a three-y

Serbian Memories ... How much does that word carries within? It presents a suitcase full of emotions that are woven from subtle moments. It is nice feeling when we go back to childhood and that carefree play. We all remain children for the rest of our lives, someone's children, and sometimes that feeling bothers us, but the truth is that we actually love it more. Someone has that child hidden in the depths of the tunnel where it plays in the dark, secretly, so that no one ca

Serbian This is the story of Radosav. He was named after his grandfather and since then he has been followed by bad luck. As soon as he started approaching girls as a teenager, they would avoid him. After two years, he realized that there was a high probability that his name was an issue, so he soon started to introduce himself as, Rale. He thought, maybe after that, he will have more luck in love relationships. Although in fact Rale never really meant it. “I was born under

Serbian One day a Gucci shoe decided to go for a walk by following an unknown direction. The weather was not so favorable, but she decided to defy the rain. She was going through a very difficult period in her life and was feeling the true necessity for one cup of conversation, the advice of a sincere friend, and the warmth of an embrace. The Gucci shoe was thinking for hours whose number to call and whose name to choose in a crowded phone book of false names. Plenty of numbe

Serbian We unconsciously agreed to look at life only through our window, without caring what is on the other side of that same window. On the other side, is someone who's currently struggling with bipolar disorder, someone who has lost the parents or someone who has lost a child. Someone who has no roof over the head and someone who has, but does not feel the warmth of home. Someone who doesn't have the opportunity to see all the amazing colors of our beautiful nature, someon

Serbian I have always thought you're special, enigmatic, and unfathomable. I have loved that mystery in you and often have found myself in it. I hid the most beautiful moments from my school days in your streets. We shared joy, happiness, melancholy, sadness, nostalgia, we shared everything. You always opened your hands, when I was coming back and you never turned your back on me. You were a city that never sleeps, a city that breathes fully and easily, a city that connects,

Serbian We have not come here to decide what is the value of someone's else life, we have come to make that same life more beautiful. These are the rare moments when equality is a common name for all of us. It doesn't matter who you are, where you live, your social status, what car you drive, how much money you have on your bank account, or your appearance. It is only important that you show solidarity and empathy for others, and if you have lost it due to different life circ