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zoran živković

Originally posted on andy townend:

‘mr pohotny, senior vice president of a bank prominent in the capital city, met god on a train’

– zoran zivoković, the train


I love writing.

I love reading.

There was a time, long long ago, when two of the few things that kept me sane were the well thumbed pages of an Isaac Asimov novel, oh, and strawberry jam sandwiches. With lots of creamy butter on thickly sliced white bread. Pure poison, the sandwich, not Asimov, that was ‘Childhood’s End’, literally and metaphorically.

I was barely eight years old.

But, that’s another story.

This post is not about me, well not really, it’s about a man called Zoran Živković.

And it’s also, indirectly, about a country, a city, a people, and a whole bloody lot more.

But mostly, it’s about him.

I’m a big fan of Stephen King, I’m one of his ‘constant readers’. My recollection may…

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airport books…

One freezing cold day in January 2011, I arrived at this airport, tired and anxious about the future

I had no idea how much my life would change because of this city, and the people who live and work there

The book was a lucky break

I will never be able to to give back what the city and the people who live there gave to me but I will never stop trying 

And thank you to Komshe for all your support 


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beneath your feet

Originally posted on andy townend:

“No man is an island…
…Because I am involved in mankind,
And therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls;
It tolls for thee.”

– John Donne


I have been very lucky in life, in some ways.

You may choose whether you agree. Or you may not.

I have circumnavigated the globe by air. Twice. In both directions. In Business Class. Pampered and spoiled. Wined and dined. And once, just once, in First Class, been plied with glass after glass of Krug until wheels up, before flying across half the world in a goose down duvet with tea served in a china cup by a flight attendant who actually appeared to genuflect.

As a senior official in the Federal Government of the Commonwealth of Australia, I found myself invited by Qantas to pass through the hidden portal of the Chairman’s Lounge, rubbing shoulders with Ministers of the Commonwealth…

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inspiration (?)


(icon of western hedonism against backdrop of nationalist feeling, dorćol)

(for dp weekly photo challenge – inspiration)

(also for  luciles’ s photo 101rehab)

*shot with  nikon d700 and nikkor 70-200mm f/4 lens at ISO200, 70mm, 1/125s and f/5, edited in aperture 3 and analog ex pro with wet plate filter 9 applied, not taking sides*

close up

“It is not for me to judge another man’s life. I must judge, I must choose, I must spurn, purely for myself. For myself, alone.”
― Hermann Hesse, Siddhartha


(drawing a line, pedestrian crossing, pariska, kalemegdan)

Sometimes we all have to paint a very big line on the street.

A boundary.

And choose where we stand.

(for dp weekly photo challenge, close up)

(also for lucile’s photo 101 rehab)

*shot with nikon d700 and nikkor 70-200mm f/4 lens at 160mm and ISO200, f/11 and 1/500, edited in aperture 3 and silver efex pro 2 with wet rocks filter applied, boundary set* 


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