In this part of the site you can read, in shorter prose, something about my interests, life and members of my family. I only forgot to include my dear dog, Buda. The name was given by my mother, since it looked like a fur coat (bunda in Serbian) when it was a puppy. And she found it shorter and simpler to call it just Buda. Buda resembles my mother a lot and it is a big

baby. I didn’t have enough strength to write about some of the people, who are not among the living anymore, and have meant a lot to me. Why? Because I use soft prose irony here, and my memory on them is too painful and sad.