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	<title>domagojblazevicstories</title>
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	<pubDate>Fri, 21 Dec 2012 22:12:25 +0000</pubDate>
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		<title>Smak Svijeta</title>
				
		<link>http://cargocollective.com/domagojblazevicstories/Smak-Svijeta</link>

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		<pubDate>Fri, 21 Dec 2012 22:12:25 +0000</pubDate>

		<dc:creator>domagojblazevicstories</dc:creator>
		
		<category><![CDATA[solitude, god]]></category>

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		<description>Ako se desio
smak svijeta (a znam da je)
bio je kakav sam zatrazio da bude - bogat ljudima i skrt na rijecima.
sve se izvrtilo unazad i naopako,
svi ljudi koji su ikad prosli i sve price koje nismo mogli znat, u jednom danu, ovo pred umiranje,
cijela Povijest
pred zadnju cigaru,
Udahni duboko. 

Konacna presuda dosla je sa mrakom i pahuljama.
 
Kamion misli stao,
Istovario,
Kocnice ispustile glasno onaj teski zrak
Izdah iznutra.

Sad sudnica sa slike dole:
nijema i puna blagoslova.
tisina.

I jos jedna.
Vrane oblijecu i zaviruju vidim kroz prozore iza, znaju sve i daju mi mig da ce biti dobro, 
kuverta na stolu poluotvorena, svjeze zaslinjena, 
djelici istine jos migolje po jeziku casnog suca,
gorak je to posao.

stolica sa slike ipak mirna i strpljiva,
znam suca osobno
i gotivimo se.

prostorija sa slike je prekrasno mjesto za oprostit se.

i dok kao cekam to sto vec znam, razmisljam
koliko previse osjecam prostor i vrijeme
a nije samo do pomnozenih mutavih krila iza.

Izletilo je nesto drugo,
izletilo mi je da je puno lakse i ljepse sa Smakom Svijeta
nego
bez njega.

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		<excerpt>Ako se desio smak svijeta (a znam da je) bio je kakav sam zatrazio da bude - bogat ljudima i skrt na rijecima. sve se izvrtilo unazad i naopako, svi ljudi koji su...</excerpt>

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		<title>the chamber life / kako zive stanovi</title>
				
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		<pubDate>Wed, 21 Nov 2012 00:29:35 +0000</pubDate>

		<dc:creator>domagojblazevicstories</dc:creator>
		
		<category><![CDATA[solitude, home, escape, uncanny]]></category>

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		<description>what is left after the person is occupying space no more?
are you sure that it is only the silence that reigns? 
which kind of moldy poetry is being given birth to, what are those silent spores that we left growing freely, really made of? if i was not to be there for three years, what would the space become, and would it go after me?

kako zive stanovi dok im nema gazda, jeste li sigurni da je tiho, kakva se cudna poezija u njima radja,
kakve su spore tisine koju iza sebe ostavljamo?
da me nema tri godine, kako bi mi stan izgledao,
jel bi dosao po mene?

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		<excerpt>what is left after the person is occupying space no more? are you sure that it is only the silence that reigns?  which kind of moldy poetry is being given birth to,...</excerpt>

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		<title>A cheap spanish wine</title>
				
		<link>http://cargocollective.com/domagojblazevicstories/A-cheap-spanish-wine</link>

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		<pubDate>Tue, 13 Nov 2012 03:56:42 +0000</pubDate>

		<dc:creator>domagojblazevicstories</dc:creator>
		
		<category><![CDATA[NYC, home, romance]]></category>

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			&#38;#9835; Richard Hawley - Cheap spanish whine.mp3
            
            
               
                  
               
            
         
         
         
            
            
         
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New York kicked in hard, 
(low kicks, below the waist, is what He likes the most.
I've applied as His inadequately prepared sparing partner, decade ago.)
nobody's keeping track of the score anymore, but it's a serious lead, by the city. 
Zero on my side. 
But i'm rolling them, zeros, with a smile.
Zeros you can easily slide into a powerful number, just be ready to squeeze in the first number, at right moment. 
Be that first one, at the right moment.

Tonight, i've been defeated seventh time in this first week,
and by a technical knockout, finally. 
Besides, the bet was a set up, it was obvious from the very start.

I offered the right one, still untouched, side of my face,
when i smoothed this evening up with two perfect people,
let them drop me off few hours later on my L stop,
entered the subway, 

there was nobody there,
the automated voice tried to announce brooklyn bound train by saying that it's approaching the station
but instead,
first time in this decade of romance with the night and the city,
a melancholic song from the speakers approached the air of this underground abyss,
this is not happening, that never happens,
i'm not ignoring it but somehow i'm still accepting the challenge of opened train doors,
leaving the hypnotic echo of a melody outside,
immediately to be gently passed on,
by a sleepy guy 
playing inside a wagon,
just for himself
a spanish tune,
that one might say sounded so cheap
yet it felt so
so good.

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		<excerpt>  New York kicked in hard,  (low kicks, below the waist, is what He likes the most. I've applied as His inadequately prepared sparing partner, decade ago.) nobody's...</excerpt>

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		<title>kind of blue</title>
				
		<link>http://cargocollective.com/domagojblazevicstories/kind-of-blue</link>

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		<pubDate>Wed, 06 Jun 2012 15:47:59 +0000</pubDate>

		<dc:creator>domagojblazevicstories</dc:creator>
		
		<category><![CDATA[solitude, god, thunderstorm, woman, love, absence]]></category>

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			&#38;#9835; It_s Easy To Remember.mp3
            
            
               
                  
               
            
         
         
         
            
            
         
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&#60;img src="http://payload62.cargocollective.com/1/6/212664/3542012/1kuca20u20brdu_o.jpg" width="284" height="426" width_o="284" height_o="426" src_o="http://payload62.cargocollective.com/1/6/212664/3542012/1kuca20u20brdu_o_o.jpg" data-mid="23500458" caption="a home in the hills / kuca u brdu" border="0" align="left"/&#62;&#60;img src="http://payload62.cargocollective.com/1/6/212664/3542012/2pec u kuci_640.jpg" width="640" height="426" width_o="800" height_o="533" src_o="http://payload62.cargocollective.com/1/6/212664/3542012/2pec u kuci_o.jpg" data-mid="18308252" caption="a fireplace / pec u kuci" border="0" align="left"/&#62;&#60;img src="http://payload62.cargocollective.com/1/6/212664/3542012/3obecani vrt_640.jpg" width="640" height="426" width_o="800" height_o="533" src_o="http://payload62.cargocollective.com/1/6/212664/3542012/3obecani vrt_o.jpg" data-mid="18308254" caption="a garden of hope / obecani vrt" border="0" align="left"/&#62;&#60;img src="http://payload62.cargocollective.com/1/6/212664/3542012/4pista iz mog sna_640.jpg" width="640" height="426" width_o="800" height_o="533" src_o="http://payload62.cargocollective.com/1/6/212664/3542012/4pista iz mog sna_o.jpg" data-mid="18308259" caption="dreamland(ing) strip / pista iz mog sna" border="0" align="left"/&#62;&#60;img src="http://payload62.cargocollective.com/1/6/212664/3542012/5avion iz mog sna_640.jpg" width="640" height="426" width_o="800" height_o="533" src_o="http://payload62.cargocollective.com/1/6/212664/3542012/5avion iz mog sna_o.jpg" data-mid="18308260" caption="dream-plane / avion iz mog sna" border="0" align="left"/&#62;&#60;img src="http://payload62.cargocollective.com/1/6/212664/3542012/5put po svjetlo_640.jpg" width="640" height="426" width_o="800" height_o="533" src_o="http://payload62.cargocollective.com/1/6/212664/3542012/5put po svjetlo_o.jpg" data-mid="18308261" caption="a quest for light / put po svjetlo" border="0" align="left"/&#62;&#60;img src="http://payload62.cargocollective.com/1/6/212664/3542012/6putevi svjetla_640.jpg" width="640" height="426" width_o="800" height_o="533" src_o="http://payload62.cargocollective.com/1/6/212664/3542012/6putevi svjetla_o.jpg" data-mid="18308263" caption="a light fall off / putevi svjetla" border="0" align="left"/&#62;&#60;img src="http://payload62.cargocollective.com/1/6/212664/3542012/7sjene bi drugim smjerom_640.jpg" width="640" height="426" width_o="800" height_o="533" src_o="http://payload62.cargocollective.com/1/6/212664/3542012/7sjene bi drugim smjerom_o.jpg" data-mid="18308266" caption="shadows pick their own direction / sjene bi drugim smjerom" border="0" align="left"/&#62;&#60;img src="http://payload62.cargocollective.com/1/6/212664/3542012/8tvoja sjena na tvom znaku_640.jpg" width="640" height="426" width_o="800" height_o="533" src_o="http://payload62.cargocollective.com/1/6/212664/3542012/8tvoja sjena na tvom znaku_o.jpg" data-mid="18308267" caption="your shadow covering your direction / tvoja sjena na tvom znaku" border="0" align="left"/&#62;&#60;img src="http://payload62.cargocollective.com/1/6/212664/3542012/9promatraci koji znaju_640.jpg" width="640" height="426" width_o="800" height_o="533" src_o="http://payload62.cargocollective.com/1/6/212664/3542012/9promatraci koji znaju_o.jpg" data-mid="18308269" caption="observer observing / promatraci znaju" border="0" align="left"/&#62;&#60;img src="http://payload62.cargocollective.com/1/6/212664/3542012/10iscekivanje_640.jpg" width="640" height="426" width_o="800" height_o="533" src_o="http://payload62.cargocollective.com/1/6/212664/3542012/10iscekivanje_o.jpg" data-mid="18308270" caption="anticipation / iscekivanje" border="0" align="left"/&#62;&#60;img src="http://payload62.cargocollective.com/1/6/212664/3542012/11svjetlo dolaska_640.jpg" width="640" height="426" width_o="800" height_o="533" src_o="http://payload62.cargocollective.com/1/6/212664/3542012/11svjetlo dolaska_o.jpg" data-mid="18308271" caption="the light is coming / svjetlo dolaska" border="0" align="left"/&#62;&#60;img src="http://payload62.cargocollective.com/1/6/212664/3542012/12vjera_640.jpg" width="640" height="426" width_o="800" height_o="533" src_o="http://payload62.cargocollective.com/1/6/212664/3542012/12vjera_o.jpg" data-mid="18308272" caption="the faith / vjera" border="0" align="left"/&#62;&#60;img src="http://payload62.cargocollective.com/1/6/212664/3542012/13tutanj dolaska_640.jpg" width="640" height="426" width_o="800" height_o="533" src_o="http://payload62.cargocollective.com/1/6/212664/3542012/13tutanj dolaska_o.jpg" data-mid="18308274" caption="a tremor of anticipation / tutanj dolaska" border="0" align="left"/&#62;&#60;img src="http://payload62.cargocollective.com/1/6/212664/3542012/14potres civilizacije_640.jpg" width="640" height="426" width_o="800" height_o="533" src_o="http://payload62.cargocollective.com/1/6/212664/3542012/14potres civilizacije_o.jpg" data-mid="18310367" caption="a rampage od civilization / potres civilizacije" border="0" align="left"/&#62;&#60;img src="http://payload62.cargocollective.com/1/6/212664/3542012/15potres ljudi_640.jpg" width="640" height="426" width_o="800" height_o="533" src_o="http://payload62.cargocollective.com/1/6/212664/3542012/15potres ljudi_o.jpg" data-mid="18308277" caption="humans trembling / potres ljudi" border="0" align="left"/&#62;&#60;img src="http://payload62.cargocollective.com/1/6/212664/3542012/16bozji kist_640.jpg" width="640" height="426" width_o="800" height_o="533" src_o="http://payload62.cargocollective.com/1/6/212664/3542012/16bozji kist_o.jpg" data-mid="18308279" caption="God's brush / Bozji kist" border="0" align="left"/&#62;&#60;img src="http://payload62.cargocollective.com/1/6/212664/3542012/17jutro nakon_640.jpg" width="640" height="426" width_o="800" height_o="533" src_o="http://payload62.cargocollective.com/1/6/212664/3542012/17jutro nakon_o.jpg" data-mid="18308280" caption="morning after / jutro poslije" 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		<title>echoes of the wind / hodnici od vjetra</title>
				
		<link>http://cargocollective.com/domagojblazevicstories/echoes-of-the-wind-hodnici-od-vjetra</link>

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		<pubDate>Wed, 30 May 2012 19:11:35 +0000</pubDate>

		<dc:creator>domagojblazevicstories</dc:creator>
		
		<category><![CDATA[solitude, home, escape, thunderstorm, wind]]></category>

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			&#38;#9835; 10 Sphere of No-Form.mp3
            
            
               
                  
               
            
         
         
         
            
            
         
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along with the sudden pulse of some stronger wind, i start pulsing too. 
during the day, driven by this crazy energy, i wander around and rearrange the world as i like it.
streets are suddenly shorter as the rhythm of my euphoric steps conquer it, stranger's glances magnified by unspoken rhymes, evil guys wiped off the windshield, left right left right, they fall off as they didn't exist in the first place. 
(the horizon opens instead, like that on endless slavonian roads)
but it's the night that finally get's me, when, dead beaten, i enter the doors of my building.
nobody in there. tiles in the hallway echoing some distant voice.  
the wind roared it's way in.
i freeze for a long dark moment, in front of the doors of my apartment, 
seducted by the scent of the Unknown, 
silent for another one - 
another verse from far North, the Grief of the Glaciers.
(imagine how it must be for the hallway, all alone by night, does it fear?)

while unlocking, i can almost hear the sound of ice cracking, 
i double check the face of the doors
no name on it
good, i'm home.


cim zapuse neki jaci vjetar, zanimljiviji sam. 
po danu, goni me nevjerovatna energija, hodam gradom i mijenjam svijet kako mi pase. smanjujem ulice ritmom euforicnog koraka, produbljujem slucajne poglede neizgovorenim rimama, brisem negativce ko brisacima sa auta, lijevo desno padaju oko mene ko da ih nikad nije bilo. 
(naprijed, otvaram si pogled na beskonacnu cestu, ko u slavoniji)
tek navecer, kad se iscrpljen vratim u zgradu, primjetim da nema nikog, i da hodnik huci nepoznatim glasom. jos puse. 
zastanem ispred vrata stana, ohrabren vlastitim neznanjem, da bi cuo odjek jos kojeg stiha sa Sjevera, tugu glecera. (razmisljam kako je hodniku dok mene nema, jel ga strah?)
dok otkljucavam, ko da cujem kako skripi led, provjeravam jos jednom na vratima, 
nema natpisa 
shvacam: je, dobro je, tu sam, doma..

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		<excerpt> along with the sudden pulse of some stronger wind, i start pulsing too.  during the day, driven by this crazy energy, i wander around and rearrange the world as i...</excerpt>

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		<title>compas / kompas</title>
				
		<link>http://cargocollective.com/domagojblazevicstories/compas-kompas</link>

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		<pubDate>Wed, 30 May 2012 01:11:43 +0000</pubDate>

		<dc:creator>domagojblazevicstories</dc:creator>
		
		<category><![CDATA[NYC, passion, buenos aires, romance, home]]></category>

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		<description>It almost seemed like i could leave this time without a scream, without a picture send. 
So to have only uncomfortable silence left behind, like after the lovers fight.
That's how it is with the City and me. I come empty pocketed and heartbroken, i leave with an used subway ticket and a pile of clothes, thrown out of the random window. 
Why is it, this tiniest of the things, that always gets me in the end, after i unpack back home?
Little precious yellow resistant valuable, size of any ID, with a black anonymus magnet stripe along the edge, resembling ID, becoming my ID:
anonymus, polarized, unsigned.
Always with this (un)wanted ticket in my pocket, leaving and returning without a decent thought.
Wouldn't it be great, if we, if all of us, would be together - incidental, free, unbound..
This way, it's always me, left alone,
with Me.
Just now, while i write this, i realize, the instructions on the back of the subway ticket are written in spanish, no trace of english?!
I don't understand, but i know, it says: 
"fuck off, 
go to your Buenos Aires!"

my North lover is jealous.

out of revenge, what else, i'll take her soul, i'll send out images from here.
Let her suffer for a while - she deserves.

Shooting straight through the Heart,
the arrow has pointed 
South.


ucinilo mi se na tren da bi mogao napustit jednom ovaj grad bez ijednog krika, bez ijedne poslane slike.
da iza ostane sutnja, teska glasna sutnja, ko nakon ljubavne svadje.
tako nekako i je izmedju nas, grada i mene.
dodjem praznih dzepova i izmucenog srca.
odem sa jednom potrosenom tjednom subway kartom i hrpom kroz prozor izbacene robe.
zasto me, kad na kraju istresem tu silnu prtljagu nasred poda moje male krajiske, uvijek paralizira bas ta, najmanja od s(k)itnica, ta karta?
malo zuto savitljivo cudo velicine osobne, crna anonimna magnetska traka po duzini, ko na ID-u, ko moj ID: anoniman, polariziran, nepotpisan.
uvijek sa novom (ne)zeljenom kartom u dzepu, i u putu i u povratku pouzdano nedovrsen.
ne bi li bilo sjajno, jednom, da smo svi, da su svi, jednako slucajni, nevezani..
ovako, uvijek sam na gubitku.
uvijek sam.
evo upravo otkrivam, na poledjini karte, uputstva su cijela napisana na spanjolskom, ni traga engleskom?!
ne razumijem, ali shvacam, goni se u buenos aires.
moja sjeverna ljubavnica je ljuta.
 
iz osvete, iz cega drugog, uzet cu joj dusu, saljem slike.
neka i nju malo boli.
 
igla je probila kroz srce prema jugu.

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</description>
		
		<excerpt>It almost seemed like i could leave this time without a scream, without a picture send.  So to have only uncomfortable silence left behind, like after the lovers...</excerpt>

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		<title>Grandpa, i'm telling you, get your hands off that booze! / dide uzet cemo ti rakiju, kad ti kazem!</title>
				
		<link>http://cargocollective.com/domagojblazevicstories/Grandpa-i-m-telling-you-get-your-hands-off-that-booze-dide-uzet-cemo</link>

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		<pubDate>Fri, 25 May 2012 00:26:15 +0000</pubDate>

		<dc:creator>domagojblazevicstories</dc:creator>
		
		<category><![CDATA[humor, family, fear, grandfather, bosnia]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">3097478</guid>

		<description>you've already been introduced to my grandfather in couple of previous stories.
this is a story about how my father and me, after the sudden phonecalls of a worried neighbor, went to visit him to explain how alcoholism is an inappropriate sport at his age. he promised that he'll quitt training it, but also kindly asked if we could leave him be with his 100l of pure rakija, heavy distilled alcohol. 
hm..

didu ste vec mogli upoznat u nekim proslim pricama. ova prica je o tome kako smo tata i ja, uslijed zabrinute reakcije jedne didove susjede, otisli kod njega da bi ga upozorili kako u tim godinama vise nije u redu oblijevati se rakijom ko budala. obecao je da nece vise, samo da mu ne uzimamo 100l rakije koliko je nedavno ispekao. zivi bili pa vidili.

&#60;img src="http://payload39.cargocollective.com/1/6/212664/3097478/dide nemoj pit rakije00_640.jpg" width="640" height="427" width_o="1600" height_o="1067" src_o="http://payload39.cargocollective.com/1/6/212664/3097478/dide nemoj pit rakije00_o.jpg" data-mid="15808620" caption="even before we hit the road everything seemed suspicious, disguised.. / vec prije polaska sve mi je izgledalo sumnjivo, skriveno.." border="0" align="left"/&#62;&#60;img src="http://payload39.cargocollective.com/1/6/212664/3097478/dide nemoj pit rakije01_640.jpg" width="640" height="427" width_o="1600" height_o="1067" src_o="http://payload39.cargocollective.com/1/6/212664/3097478/dide nemoj pit rakije01_o.jpg" data-mid="15808623" caption="our vehicle was waiting for us on an obscure spot/ na opskurnom mjestu cekalo me nase prijevozno sredstvo" border="0" align="left"/&#62;&#60;img src="http://payload39.cargocollective.com/1/6/212664/3097478/dide nemoj pit rakije03_640.jpg" width="640" height="360" width_o="1600" height_o="900" src_o="http://payload39.cargocollective.com/1/6/212664/3097478/dide nemoj pit rakije03_o.jpg" data-mid="15808630" caption="special anti-booze squad / i team za rano otkrivanje ovisnika o rakiji. (nepoznata brkata osoba meni slijeva zamolila me da nazovem ovu fotografiju: &#38;quot;trazimo picku svojih godista&#38;quot; - pa evo i taj naslov, preneseno izvorno, njegovim padezima.)" border="0" align="left"/&#62;&#60;img src="http://payload39.cargocollective.com/1/6/212664/3097478/dide nemoj pit rakije02_640.jpg" width="640" height="427" width_o="1600" height_o="1067" src_o="http://payload39.cargocollective.com/1/6/212664/3097478/dide nemoj pit rakije02_o.jpg" data-mid="15808626" caption="dad revealed the secret agenda of our sacred pilgrimage: to catch my grandfather sober and steal 100l of pure alcohol from his barrels / tata mi je na njeznom dijelu ceste pojasnio detalje nase misije: uhvatiti dida trijeznog i oteti mu 100l rakije." border="0" align="left"/&#62;&#60;img src="http://payload39.cargocollective.com/1/6/212664/3097478/dide nemoj pit rakije04_640.jpg" width="640" height="427" width_o="1600" height_o="1067" src_o="http://payload39.cargocollective.com/1/6/212664/3097478/dide nemoj pit rakije04_o.jpg" data-mid="15808636" caption="slowly i began to sink into dark tones of this foggy quest i didn't want to be part of in the first place / pomalo sam poceo propadati u tamne tonove ove nezahvalne, i uostalom nejasne mi potjere." border="0" align="left"/&#62;&#60;img src="http://payload39.cargocollective.com/1/6/212664/3097478/dide nemoj pit rakije05_640.jpg" width="640" height="427" width_o="1600" height_o="1067" src_o="http://payload39.cargocollective.com/1/6/212664/3097478/dide nemoj pit rakije05_o.jpg" data-mid="15808645" caption="dad took necessary accessories for catching grandpa / tata je ponio pribor za hvatanje dida" border="0" align="left"/&#62;&#60;img src="http://payload39.cargocollective.com/1/6/212664/3097478/dide nemoj pit rakije06_640.jpg" width="640" height="427" width_o="1600" height_o="1067" src_o="http://payload39.cargocollective.com/1/6/212664/3097478/dide nemoj pit rakije06_o.jpg" data-mid="15808658" caption="rather naive, we tried to knock on his doors. even the clouds overcasting the mooonlight were working in my grandfahers behalf / naivno smo pokucali na vrata kuce u kojoj on zivi. za dida su radili i oblaci koji su skrivali mjesecinu." border="0" align="left"/&#62;&#60;img src="http://payload39.cargocollective.com/1/6/212664/3097478/dide nemoj pit rakije07_640.jpg" width="640" height="427" width_o="1600" height_o="1067" src_o="http://payload39.cargocollective.com/1/6/212664/3097478/dide nemoj pit rakije07_o.jpg" data-mid="15808663" caption="sensing our shadows, drawn to an end, grandpa glided into the dark / osjetivsi nase siluete, stjesnjen izmedju, dida je umakao u polumrak" border="0" align="left"/&#62;&#60;img src="http://payload39.cargocollective.com/1/6/212664/3097478/dide nemoj pit rakije08_640.jpg" width="640" height="427" width_o="1600" height_o="1067" src_o="http://payload39.cargocollective.com/1/6/212664/3097478/dide nemoj pit rakije08_o.jpg" data-mid="15808665" caption="like a snake / smugnuo ko guja" border="0" align="left"/&#62;&#60;img src="http://payload39.cargocollective.com/1/6/212664/3097478/dide nemoj pit rakije09_640.jpg" width="640" height="427" width_o="1600" height_o="1067" src_o="http://payload39.cargocollective.com/1/6/212664/3097478/dide nemoj pit rakije09_o.jpg" data-mid="15808668" caption="stepped deep down, where our fears reign/ krenuo negdje dole, di je nas strah" border="0" align="left"/&#62;&#60;img src="http://payload39.cargocollective.com/1/6/212664/3097478/dide nemoj pit rakije10_640.jpg" width="640" height="427" width_o="1600" height_o="1067" src_o="http://payload39.cargocollective.com/1/6/212664/3097478/dide nemoj pit rakije10_o.jpg" data-mid="15808674" caption="and then we started playing by his rules - first he tried to cover his traces by dropping the apples all over the place / i tu je krenula igra na njegovom terenu, prvo je tragove kamuflirao jabukama" border="0" align="left"/&#62;&#60;img src="http://payload39.cargocollective.com/1/6/212664/3097478/dide nemoj pit rakije11_640.jpg" width="640" height="427" width_o="1600" height_o="1067" src_o="http://payload39.cargocollective.com/1/6/212664/3097478/dide nemoj pit rakije11_o.jpg" data-mid="15808683" caption="the chickens also started producing some unnecessary fuss in the yard / onda su i kokoske izazivale neku nepotrebnu pomutnju po dvoristu" border="0" align="left"/&#62;&#60;img src="http://payload39.cargocollective.com/1/6/212664/3097478/dide nemoj pit rakije13_640.jpg" width="640" height="427" width_o="1600" height_o="1067" src_o="http://payload39.cargocollective.com/1/6/212664/3097478/dide nemoj pit rakije13_o.jpg" data-mid="15808699" caption="then we found a bag full of carefully selected hard liquor / na dvoru smo nasli jedino torbu s nekoliko litara one probrano fine sljive" border="0" align="left"/&#62;&#60;img src="http://payload39.cargocollective.com/1/6/212664/3097478/dide nemoj pit rakije12_640.jpg" width="640" height="427" width_o="1600" height_o="1067" src_o="http://payload39.cargocollective.com/1/6/212664/3097478/dide nemoj pit rakije12_o.jpg" data-mid="15808687" caption="glasses in the house were apparently in order / u kuci su case bile poredane kao da je sve u redu" border="0" align="left"/&#62;&#60;img src="http://payload39.cargocollective.com/1/6/212664/3097478/dide nemoj pit rakije14_640.jpg" width="640" height="427" width_o="1600" height_o="1067" src_o="http://payload39.cargocollective.com/1/6/212664/3097478/dide nemoj pit rakije14_o.jpg" data-mid="15808713" caption="but the roof was obviously not, you could tell that somebody was lying there too often / al na kuci se vidilo da nije u redu, da tu neko cesto lijeze&#38;lt;br /&#38;gt;
" border="0" align="left"/&#62;&#60;img src="http://payload39.cargocollective.com/1/6/212664/3097478/dide nemoj pit rakije15_640.jpg" width="640" height="427" width_o="1600" height_o="1067" src_o="http://payload39.cargocollective.com/1/6/212664/3097478/dide nemoj pit rakije15_o.jpg" data-mid="15808717" caption="we found flowers which he was using to charm the ladies in the City / nasli smo po gradu cvijece kojim je pijan pokusavao sarmirati gradske picke" border="0" align="left"/&#62;&#60;img src="http://payload39.cargocollective.com/1/6/212664/3097478/dide nemoj pit rakije16_640.jpg" width="640" height="427" width_o="1600" height_o="1067" src_o="http://payload39.cargocollective.com/1/6/212664/3097478/dide nemoj pit rakije16_o.jpg" data-mid="15808722" caption="we also found a trailer with which he took the rejected flowers back to the village / pronasli smo i prikolicu kojom je odbijeno cvijece vozio nazad u selo" border="0" align="left"/&#62;&#60;img src="http://payload39.cargocollective.com/1/6/212664/3097478/dide nemoj pit rakije17_640.jpg" width="640" height="427" width_o="1600" height_o="1067" src_o="http://payload39.cargocollective.com/1/6/212664/3097478/dide nemoj pit rakije17_o.jpg" data-mid="15808728" caption="we followed the trailer's trace, he was trying to deceive us / pratili smo tragove prikolice, pokusao nas je zavarati" border="0" align="left"/&#62;&#60;img src="http://payload39.cargocollective.com/1/6/212664/3097478/dide nemoj pit rakije18_640.jpg" width="640" height="427" width_o="1600" height_o="1067" src_o="http://payload39.cargocollective.com/1/6/212664/3097478/dide nemoj pit rakije18_o.jpg" data-mid="15808735" caption="trailer was supposedly - MISSING -so this two guardian cats are in fact what? vases in a graveyard? yeah, you bet.. / prikolica je kao, NESTALA, i kao slucajno su tu na gumama dvi macke smrznute ko vaze na groblju" border="0" align="left"/&#62;&#60;img src="http://payload39.cargocollective.com/1/6/212664/3097478/dide nemoj pit rakije19_640.jpg" width="640" height="427" width_o="1600" height_o="1067" src_o="http://payload39.cargocollective.com/1/6/212664/3097478/dide nemoj pit rakije19_o.jpg" data-mid="15808738" caption="we had a proper decoy for them / za njih smo imali pravi mamac" border="0" align="left"/&#62;&#60;img src="http://payload39.cargocollective.com/1/6/212664/3097478/dide nemoj pit rakije20_640.jpg" width="640" height="427" width_o="1600" height_o="1067" src_o="http://payload39.cargocollective.com/1/6/212664/3097478/dide nemoj pit rakije20_o.jpg" data-mid="15808749" caption="they came really fast / maca je brzo dosla na vratanca" border="0" align="left"/&#62;&#60;img src="http://payload39.cargocollective.com/1/6/212664/3097478/dide nemoj pit rakije21_640.jpg" width="640" height="427" width_o="1600" height_o="1067" src_o="http://payload39.cargocollective.com/1/6/212664/3097478/dide nemoj pit rakije21_o.jpg" data-mid="15808755" caption="and with them so did grandpa, still pretending like he didn't even try to run / a s macom i dida, koji se ko fol pretvara kako nije uopce htio bjezat" border="0" align="left"/&#62;&#60;img src="http://payload39.cargocollective.com/1/6/212664/3097478/dide nemoj pit rakije22_640.jpg" width="640" height="427" width_o="1600" height_o="1067" src_o="http://payload39.cargocollective.com/1/6/212664/3097478/dide nemoj pit rakije22_o.jpg" data-mid="15808759" caption="lacking the &#38;quot;real&#38;quot; alcohol, he pours himself some of his &#38;quot;other&#38;quot; milk / pa si je, u nedostatku rakijetine, nalio svog drugog &#38;quot;mlijeka&#38;quot;" border="0" align="left"/&#62;&#60;img src="http://payload39.cargocollective.com/1/6/212664/3097478/dide nemoj pit rakije23_640.jpg" width="640" height="427" width_o="1600" height_o="1067" src_o="http://payload39.cargocollective.com/1/6/212664/3097478/dide nemoj pit rakije23_o.jpg" data-mid="15808761" caption="we gave him a warm soup / dali smo mu malo juhice za okrijepu" border="0" align="left"/&#62;&#60;img src="http://payload39.cargocollective.com/1/6/212664/3097478/dide nemoj pit rakije24_640.jpg" width="640" height="427" width_o="1600" height_o="1067" src_o="http://payload39.cargocollective.com/1/6/212664/3097478/dide nemoj pit rakije24_o.jpg" data-mid="15808767" caption="wasn't thrilled with this gesture, it seemed like he was still missing Something / nije ga odusevila ta gesta, ucinilo mi se ko da mu Nesto fali" border="0" align="left"/&#62;&#60;img src="http://payload39.cargocollective.com/1/6/212664/3097478/dide nemoj pit rakije26_640.jpg" width="640" height="427" width_o="1600" height_o="1067" src_o="http://payload39.cargocollective.com/1/6/212664/3097478/dide nemoj pit rakije26_o.jpg" data-mid="15808776" caption="once more he tried to vanish behind the curtain / ponovo je pokusao utec iza zastora, u sjenu" border="0" align="left"/&#62;&#60;img src="http://payload39.cargocollective.com/1/6/212664/3097478/dide nemoj pit rakije25_640.jpg" width="640" height="427" width_o="1600" height_o="1067" src_o="http://payload39.cargocollective.com/1/6/212664/3097478/dide nemoj pit rakije25_o.jpg" data-mid="15808771" caption="into the dark / u mrak" border="0" align="left"/&#62;&#60;img src="http://payload39.cargocollective.com/1/6/212664/3097478/dide nemoj pit rakije27_640.jpg" width="640" height="427" width_o="1600" height_o="1067" src_o="http://payload39.cargocollective.com/1/6/212664/3097478/dide nemoj pit rakije27_o.jpg" data-mid="15808784" caption="then he realized it's not worth the effort, you can't escape yourself / shvatio je da tako vise ne ide, ne mos od sebe utec" border="0" align="left"/&#62;&#60;img src="http://payload39.cargocollective.com/1/6/212664/3097478/dide nemoj pit rakije28_640.jpg" width="640" height="427" width_o="1600" height_o="1067" src_o="http://payload39.cargocollective.com/1/6/212664/3097478/dide nemoj pit rakije28_o.jpg" data-mid="15808809" caption="that gave him even more to think about / zamislilo ga je to posteno" border="0" align="left"/&#62;&#60;img src="http://payload39.cargocollective.com/1/6/212664/3097478/dide nemoj pit rakije29_640.jpg" width="640" height="427" width_o="1600" height_o="1067" src_o="http://payload39.cargocollective.com/1/6/212664/3097478/dide nemoj pit rakije29_o.jpg" data-mid="15808821" caption="we knew that our mission is finally completed. so we took a ride back home, son was waving to his father / shvatili smo da je misija tu ispunjena..&#38;lt;br /&#38;gt;
isli smo kuci, sretno je mahao sin ocu" border="0" align="left"/&#62;&#60;img src="http://payload39.cargocollective.com/1/6/212664/3097478/dide nemoj pit rakije30_640.jpg" width="640" height="427" width_o="1600" height_o="1067" src_o="http://payload39.cargocollective.com/1/6/212664/3097478/dide nemoj pit rakije30_o.jpg" data-mid="15808827" caption="and father to his son / i otac sinu." border="0" align="left"/&#62;

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		<excerpt>you've already been introduced to my grandfather in couple of previous stories. this is a story about how my father and me, after the sudden phonecalls of a worried...</excerpt>

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		<title>MISFORTUNE / NESRECA</title>
				
		<link>http://cargocollective.com/domagojblazevicstories/MISFORTUNE-NESRECA</link>

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		<pubDate>Tue, 22 May 2012 14:09:44 +0000</pubDate>

		<dc:creator>domagojblazevicstories</dc:creator>
		
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		<description>No wonder a day like this can produce an event like the one i witnessed this morning. 
A local grocery shop just near where i live. A short and a bit fatty little man in his 50s steps in, and starts explaining something obviously important to a saleswoman, on the isle with pasta products. Pasta is surprisingly no subject of their lively conversation, it's just a can of something that he picked up, and now calmly presents the idea behind his gesture: "Listen, i'm gonna steal this now".
He laughs, they laugh, the atmosphere is contagious, picks up everybody on this isle of somewhat strange happiness. Then he turns around, takes couple of steps back from where he entered, exits through those one-way entrance gates, saleswomen still laughing, though face expressions slowly shifting, he makes a final announcement: "Here I go now" and slips the doors.. 
One salesgirl is making me company by still laughing, but the other - older and quite possibly many times in her (love)life cheated - one, is putting the exterminator face on and runs for him.
They are back in no minute, he doesn't object, why would he: he asked and announced everything in very polite manner. Then explains further: "I was just joking. i went a little bit crazy today, you know, don't take it personally, please", and tells them how he was robbed today. Somehow, i believe every word he says.
Then he turns around again, with same laughter and no can, slips away, 
leaves this Place with one-way entrance gates 
that scream
MISFORTUNE. 


logicna scena za ovakav dan. u konzumu na britancu, ulazi mali ali siroki covjeculjak od nekih 50ak godina, i pocne nesto iznenadjujuce razgovjetno objasnjavat prodavacicama tamo negdje uz police blizu manistre. tema nije manistra nego konzerva necega koju je odabrao i sada smireno objasnjava njima: "evo, sada cu ja ovo ukrasti". smije se, one se isto smiju, atmosfera je super, on odlazi nazad kroz onu kapiju koja je jednosmjerna, one se jos smiju ali nesto drugacije, on jos naglasava "evo izlazim", i ode.. jedna prodavacica se jos kao nesto smije, pravi mi drustvo, dok druga, naravno starija i vjerojatno vise puta u ovom ili onom (ljubavnom) zivotu prevarena, poprima facu istrebljivaca i trk za njim. vracaju se nazad, on nema nista protiv, posto ih je fino zamolio i obavijestio o kradji, jednako smireno se vraca, uz tekst: "salio sam se. malo sam poludel danas, znate, nemojte mi kaj zamerit". onda objasnjava da su mu sve pokrali danas, i ja mu zbog necega vjerujem, i onda u jednakom stilu, uz smijeh, ali bez konzerve, napusta ducan opet tom jednosmjernom kapijom na kojoj je s one strane di si usao jasno ispis(h)ano : "NESRECA"

&#60;img src="http://payload50.cargocollective.com/1/6/212664/3316094/nesreca_640.jpeg" width="640" height="417" width_o="720" height_o="469" src_o="http://payload50.cargocollective.com/1/6/212664/3316094/nesreca_o.jpeg" data-mid="17020168"  border="0" align="left"/&#62;

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		<excerpt>No wonder a day like this can produce an event like the one i witnessed this morning.  A local grocery shop just near where i live. A short and a bit fatty little...</excerpt>

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		<title>not gonna stay, not this time.. / ne, ne dolazim, samo prolazim VIII</title>
				
		<link>http://cargocollective.com/domagojblazevicstories/not-gonna-stay-not-this-time-ne-ne-dolazim-samo-prolazim-VIII</link>

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		<pubDate>Thu, 17 May 2012 09:19:55 +0000</pubDate>

		<dc:creator>domagojblazevicstories</dc:creator>
		
		<category><![CDATA[part of: NOT GONNA STAY NOT THIS TIME.., dad, grandpa, home]]></category>

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			&#38;#9835; Maudits Maneges.mp3
            
            
               
                  
               
            
         
         
         
            
            
         
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I was standing on the spring, the fountain, the anchor point that's pivoting everything that i consider mine.
What is left to do now? Should i spin the carousel backwards? Ironical..
Yes, Bosnia really is a god's forgotten land, an abandoned carousel, all the lights are down, you can hear the familiar tune playing in the background, and a hoarse woman's voice, as from some old broken record, reciting someone's words from that train compartment:
 "beautiful as a painting - just like a doll, beautiful as a painting - just like a doll.."
All that's gone is beautiful.
All that had to be left behind is - Sevdah, a bosnian blues.
My life is a chase,
up that slope.
And then the fence. 

We're leaving the corn-field behind.
My mum mysteriosly smiled on the back seat.
I was born there, in those corn fields. My father gave birth to me, they used to tell me that all the time.
So is this all about one nonchalant joke?


bio sam na izvoru, vrelu, stajao sam na tocki koja pokrece (ukrug) sve moje. 
sta da sad radim, da zavrtim ringispil unazad? smijesno. 
da, bosna je napusteni lunapark, svjetla su pogasena, iz zvucnika dopire neka poznata muzika,  hrapavi zenski glas u pozadini ko sa pokvarene ploce citira mi necije nebitne rijeci jos iz  kupea: lijepa ko slika-ko lutka, lijepa ko slika-ko lutka..
sve cega nema je prekrasno. 
sve sta se ne moze vratit je sevdah.
moj zivot je naganjanje.
uzbrdica.
kapija.

prolazimo kraj kuruza.
mama se na zadnjem sjedalu tajnovito smije.
rodjen sam tu, u kuruzima. 
tata me rodio.
zar je za sve kriva neoprezna sala?

&#60;img src="http://payload56.cargocollective.com/1/6/212664/3423525/strange cargo I_640.JPG" width="640" height="424" width_o="1276" height_o="845" src_o="http://payload56.cargocollective.com/1/6/212664/3423525/strange cargo I_o.JPG" data-mid="17618281" caption="strange cargo I / cudan teret I" border="0" align="left"/&#62;&#60;img src="http://payload56.cargocollective.com/1/6/212664/3423525/strange cargo II_640.JPG" width="640" height="430" width_o="1276" height_o="857" src_o="http://payload56.cargocollective.com/1/6/212664/3423525/strange cargo II_o.JPG" data-mid="17618283" caption="strange cargo II / cudan teret II" border="0" align="left"/&#62;&#60;img src="http://payload56.cargocollective.com/1/6/212664/3423525/strange cargo III_640.JPG" width="640" height="426" width_o="1276" height_o="850" src_o="http://payload56.cargocollective.com/1/6/212664/3423525/strange cargo III_o.JPG" data-mid="17618284" caption="strange cargo III / cudan teret III" border="0" align="left"/&#62;&#60;img src="http://payload56.cargocollective.com/1/6/212664/3423525/sala_640.JPG" width="640" height="426" width_o="1276" height_o="850" src_o="http://payload56.cargocollective.com/1/6/212664/3423525/sala_o.JPG" data-mid="17618285" caption="a joke / sala" border="0" align="left"/&#62;

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		<excerpt>  I was standing on the spring, the fountain, the anchor point that's pivoting everything that i consider mine. What is left to do now? Should i spin the carousel...</excerpt>

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		<title>not gonna stay, not this time.. / ne, ne dolazim, samo prolazim VII</title>
				
		<link>http://cargocollective.com/domagojblazevicstories/not-gonna-stay-not-this-time-ne-ne-dolazim-samo-prolazim-VII</link>

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		<pubDate>Thu, 17 May 2012 09:19:52 +0000</pubDate>

		<dc:creator>domagojblazevicstories</dc:creator>
		
		<category><![CDATA[part of: NOT GONNA STAY NOT THIS TIME.., dad, grandpa, home]]></category>

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			&#38;#9835; Ederlezi.mp3
            
            
               
                  
               
            
         
         
         
            
            
         
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He too is a man without a past, between them a graveyard full of silence (what would they say to each other?), beyond is the (e)motionless hill, on top of this hill a car wrecks with no drivers, trunks left open, dislocated, abandoned, like horses in carousel. 
Thereunder is a plough field, or a river, or nothing, and on top of it, or down under, a Madness, Death ramping in it's twisted delirium, burning verses, harvesting legends, bringing the histories down and putting up the silent monuments to it's own Insanity,
crows are circling over the haystacks, bamboos all caught up in flames, smell of a fresh coffee spilled over the plains, hysterical laughter echoing, bridges cracking, graves on fire, waterfalls thundering,
Bosnia crying. 


i on je bez proslosti, izmedju njih je muk (o cemu bi pricali?), iza njega nepomicno brdo, na brdu auti, bez vlasnika, otvorenih portapaka, izmjesteni, prazni, ko peglice u napustenom lunaparku. ispod se prostire njiva, ili rijeka, ili nista, na njoj, ispod nje, smrt divlja, pali stihove, zanje legende, polijeze povijesti na tlo, dize bezivotne spomenike svojem ludilu, plastove oblijecu vrane, mirise kava, gori bambus, odzvanja histericni smijeh, lome se mostovi, bukte grobovi, tutnje vodopadi, 
place bosna. 

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		<excerpt>  He too is a man without a past, between them a graveyard full of silence (what would they say to each other?), beyond is the (e)motionless hill, on top of this...</excerpt>

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