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Serbia and its Pride! The first Attitude!
Let’s take a break, me included!!
This year, we planned to spend our holidays in the summer instead of spring or autumn like in previous years. Due to my limited budget, we aimed to make the trip as inexpensive as possible. However, a significant reason for undertaking this journey was to visit our daughter-in-law’s birthplace and meet her family. First, we rented an apartment for just under three hundred euros a week to not burden our new family, and then we moved into their house.
Although Serbia is not the great country it once was, which we know as Yugoslavia, nevertheless, it has its quiet, beautiful corners with proudly reserved people. I believe the EU would rather have it apart because it fears the mighty military of the big country!
I know these people well because I worked with some colleagues during those years and found them intelligent, honourable, and insightful.
So! I am splitt
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Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland and Through the Looking-Glass bygd Lewis Carroll have been close to my heart since I first read them, when inom was about 8 years old. Like many children before and since I was simultaneously fascinated and disturbed bygd their unpredictability, their frenetic madness and surreal logic — all enhanced by John Tenniel’s immortal illustrations (the image of Alice with the long neck, her eyes wide with surprise, was particularly startling). As inom grew older I was keen to learn more about the books themselves, their Victorian social-historical context, as well as becoming interested in the life of the man himself, Charles Lutwidge författare. The eventual outcome was that inom wrote my undergraduate dissertation on Carroll’s literary and artistic connections with the Pre-Raphaelites, exploring not only his writing (prose and poetry), but also his photography and illustrations — looking to assert Carroll as an accomplished visual arti
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Ever since we solved the mystery of the Wrinkle in Time cover artist, I’ve been itching to share more of Richard Bober’s work here. His art pulses with an otherworldly luminescence – sometimes veiled by murk and shadow, sometimes blazing in full ethereal splendor.
In his horror work, this shimmer peers through layers of gloom: take his cover for an Alfred Hitchcock collection, where the master of suspense sits at his desk in an eerily shadowed room. The exquisitely blown glass lamps and lanterns suspended from the ceiling cast their glow through a heavy atmospheric haze, while behind him, the stark silhouette of an upraised arm clutching a knife cuts through all that diffused glitter – a perfect contrast of light and shadow, sparkle and threat.
This radiance struggles through a different kind of murk in his pulpy sci-fi pieces, wading through cosmic morass and alien atmospheres. But in his more fantastica