For two days now I had been shaking with fever under a layer of five blankets. That was the maximum number of blankets I could find at my...

Before returning home to the self-isolation that awaited me, I first had to drive my friend to Banjaluka airport. Friend’s name is Ula...

This short story was originally published as a part of wider selection of literary competition "Save the travelogue 2021", organized by...

On the return journey from Bosnia I was forced to stop at the Rača border crossing for two hours. Two hours is not too bad, taken into...

Wash your hands, before and after eating… And now all the time. Before our departure, Ula and I had put a lot of effort into supplying...