I see her in Venice, one afternoon when the sun is low, and the shadows grow long. She leans casually against an old stone wall, a cigarette between her lips, watching the hustle and bustle of the city with a look of serene detachment. It seems
As a small side street in Sarajevo, hidden from the hustle and bustle of the main roads, I am a silent witness to history. My cobblestones have borne the weight of centuries and heard the stories of countless people. Here, historical figures, changing rulers, and ordinary
The sun stands high in the sky over the Old North Cemetery in Munich. It's a hot summer day, and the old cemetery provides an oasis of tranquility in the midst of the city. Between weathered gravestones and monumental statues, people have spread out their towels.