Milica Amidžić

Postcards from Bukovac

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Milica Amidžić

This essay is about Bukovac, the village I was born in, and about my feelings towards it at the moment. Since I was a child, the thing that made Bukovac special is its location in between hills. This has given me the feeling of comfort, without depriving me of the possibility of simply wandering off.

The hills, sleighing and cycling, frozen fingers and skinned knees – these are some of the things that come to my mind when I think of home.

Nowadays I only go there once in a while, which makes me feel like being on a field trip. It’s still home, but I don’t live there anymore. So these photographs are a testimony, a personal postcard to remind me why I love this place. 

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