In short, born in December 1964, in this world, with a dose of emotional security selflessly provided by my parents, I set out on a journey that began in the former Yugoslavia, through Syria, Macedonia, Canada, and all the way to Sweden in the north. The journey is long and unpredictable, and it is still going on, dear to me in a special way, regardless of all the circumstances that have accompanied it, because it awakens a special kind of happiness that I am well aware of every morning I am awake. Every country I’ve been to has definitely left a mark and a kind of scent somewhere in me, which I usually look for in my memories when I want to go back to where I once was. Because all places, cities, countries, and people carry special scents, and that, at least for me, is how I distinguish them.
Sarajevo, April 23. 2026.
Bosnia and Herzegovina