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Author Archives: elektrokuhinja
O nemačkoj kujni iliti sosa mesa i krompira. U podnaslovu: Kako se hraniti na poslu?
Opet sam se bacila u kuvanje. Nije neko ludilo od kuvanja, kao što npr vikendm ume da bude, ali prinuđena kantinom na poslu, rekla sam zanavjek: Dosta! sosu mesu i krompiru. Jes da meso nisam nešto ni jela, ali ono … Continue reading
Cepač papira
Vraćam se kući, dva sata je posle ponoći. Ulazim u zgradu, penjem se uz stepenice, u ulazu je upaljeno svetlo. Na stepeništu stoji čovek, ispod njega, gomila novina razbacanih svuda po hodniku i stepenicama. Dobro veče kaže on. Dobro veče … Continue reading
Posted in Bielefeld
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Aha. Flert. Kao.
Oko 19h: A: A šta ti radiš ovako kasno na poslu? B: Pa ništa, mislio sam, kad ti već spavaš ovde, da ti se pridružim da ne budeš sama. Mislim, grmi i seva, pa da se ne bojiš. ?! ___ … Continue reading
Posted in Bielefeld
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Nekad sve izgleda kao da je sasvim okej
Danas, na putu sa seminara, ćaskamo. Vozimo se kroz neka polja sa vetrenjačama, gledamo kišu kroz prozor kako pljušti, umorni smo i neispavani. Ali nekako mi se čini da je sve, baš sve okej. I da tako i treba da … Continue reading
Posted in Bielefeld
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Jutro
Sivo nebo, i plus 15C. Pada kiša, rominja. Teško mi pada buđenje po kišnim jutrima. — Možda kad bih uspela sebe ranije da oteram u krevet a ne do ponoći da buljim u ekran. Ili u Murakamija na nemačkom. Dok … Continue reading
Posted in Bielefeld
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