June 1989, Zagreb — I was riding on a tram with my father. We were sitting in silence, and I can to this day see his smiling eyes with sunny rays around them, his head held high.
We decided not …
June 1989, Zagreb — I was riding on a tram with my father. We were sitting in silence, and I can to this day see his smiling eyes with sunny rays around them, his head held high.
We decided not …
Or how Serb national ideology constructed the image of the Albanian as an enemy — by Olivera Milosavljević (1951–2015)
I updated my profile picture on Facebook this Friday. But this time I had nothing colorful to share. It was simply a black-and-white image—not of me, or any living thing. I merely posted a graphic file containing a monochrome logo …
What is more serious? To put the Serbia–Albania soccer incident in an American context, let’s ask: is it a KKK crowd chanting “kill all the n****s,” or a banner with MLK’s picture flying into a stadium reserved for Whites only? …