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AUGUST IN KROKODIL’S WRITER-IN-RESIDENCE – IZTOK VRENČUR

Iztok Vrenčur, the 97th guest of KROKODIL’s Writer-in-residence will be staying in Belgrade in August. Iztok is staying at the residence as part of the Reading Balkans project, which aims to promote writers in post-conflict societies. Iztok Vrenčur (1985) was born and grew up in Titovo Velenje, town renown for coal mining and heavy industry located in the central-north Slovenia, part of former Yugoslavia. After graduating from high school, he moved to Ljubljana, where he studied Archaeology. He continued his postgraduate research at the Faculty of Philosophy in Zagreb and Freie Universität...

MARCH IN KROKODIL’S WRITER-IN-RESIDENCE – DAVORIN LENKO

Slovenian author Davorin Lenko is the 94th guest of KROKODIL’s Writer-in-residence. Davorin is one of the participants of the Ulysses’ Shelter project aimed at emerging writers and translators from Croatia, Slovenia, Serbia, Greece and Wales. On March 12th we talked with Davorin about the novel he is currently working on, as well as his already published works. You can watch a recording of the conversation below and also read a text that Davorin wrote during his stay in Belgrade. https://www.facebook.com/KrokodilEngagingWords/videos/236035470889586/ Cona – Opis projekta...

I leave a piece of my heart in Belgrade

The nomads way, I wandered through the city. Stayed and talked. Been looking for signs. Seen the past hover over the streets while the present is completely there. Met great, varmhearted people. I have learned a lot. About Belgrade, Serbia and the Balkans, about politics, love, and history. And about myself, of course. I have written and have new ideas and one day I hope to tell you what happened when I met the ghosts from Savamala. They want to be told in a particular way. But it will be later, becouse I´am on my way home, but I leave a piece of my heart in Belgrade.I’m not saying goodbye,...

The soundtrack of Belgrade?

Each new novel requires a soundtrack. Music that underscores a theme, reinforces the right feeling and provides an opportunity to give vent to the frustration that always comes with writing. Sometimes I do not even like the music I choose when I work with a novel, just as long it gives the right energy. A recurring song for treating hard jerk frustration is Foo Fighters Monkey wrench (and it must be played loud). My recently published novel Svark kvark summed up for me in the line “Im just a teenage dirtbag, baby.” A hit by Wheatus that can seem shallow when you know the historical aspects...

An illiterate in Belgrade

What does all the signs of the facades means? Not just literally, but symbolically. The letters and the pictures seem to me inscribed in Belgrade’s soul and I stand speechless before it. I wonder: What does it mean not to be able to read? Not being able to distinguish the people behind the inscriptions. What are their experiences? Their dreams? Their willingness? What can I learn from this allienation?      

Did Mary Poppins and her coworkers land in Belgrade?

       

Land grabbing and the ghost of Savamala

After an exciting meeting yesterday with a new friend, I learned a lot about land grabbing, something that (sadly) seems to exist everywhere in the world. It was useful, as the novel I’m working on here in Belgrade is about a kind of land grabbing used in the north of Sweden.  I got another perspective on the problem, so thanks Milenko! On the way home I passed a ghost in a rather desolate block in Savamala that made me think of Edgar Allen Poe and suddenly I had a new novel idea. Belgrade is simply magnetic energy.    

The magic streets of Belgrade

Belgrade’s streets are magical. Of course, because of the people that move in them, the buildings and the atmosphere but also because of a reason more difficult to explain. The streets are moving. They are rarely where they were last, and yet in some strange way, they still take you where you were going. Like for an example when I walked with Vladimir Arsenijevic  and Ursula Burger and a friend who was visiting and lived next door to Hotel Moscow. We were going headed to Savamala. As the wandering nomad I am, I always looking for guidance in the surrounding area to find a way back. We walked...