From the other side, where the grass is always greener

Six years ago, I left Croatia. In two big travel bags, I packed up 30 years of my life and left. Because I wanted to know. What it’s like to leave a country you’re almost fused with, the land whose every single pore is known to you, every corner. The land which you love and hate at the same time because you are comfortable enough … Continue reading From the other side, where the grass is always greener