Otprilike svaka dva mjeseca uhvati me tako neka groznica, pa trese i divlja. Što je dan kraći i hladniji, ona je sve opasnija. Što godine više odmiču, dijagnoza je očitija - nezasitno skitalo. Jedina prikladna terapija, put pod noge. A kad u Zagreb stigne listopad, s njime i prve naznake predugačke i pretmurne jeseni za jedan okorjeli ljetni um, taj put vodi isključivo na sunce, adresa daj što daš.
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You know that piece of nostalgia you are left with after traveling somewhere? It's like you can smell the air from that one particular night when you went dancing, you can hear the music, the people, the murmur. The feeling hits you out of nowhere, probably while you are walking home from work, looking at the houses in the street you have been passing by your whole life? I have a love hate relationship with that little piece of longing. But because of it, I get to write the things I end up loving the most.
In October I went to Malta once again and I wrote about it here. It's on Croatian, but if you are interested, maybe you can try Google translate until I write it in English... :)
All photos by @gypsygardens