Some fragments of my mother’s life.And our shared memories. She was the best mother, but then so are all mothers…She was born into a working-class family in Borovnica, Slovenia. I remember how happy she was when I once gave her a framed print of the famous Borovnica railway bridge, which was then considered the longest…
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When did it All Start…
When did it all start? When I participated in student demonstrations in the early seventies, in the occupation of Aškerčeva Street. When we used red tape to wrap the trees in front of our college because they had been pruned too much. When I sought refuge at the University headquarters during the demonstrations against the…