Pogled sa margine

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From the textbook

At the age of 5, my mother took me to “Dom Pionira” (the "Home of Pioneers") to learn English, and although I had to sacrifice playing in the yard, it was not difficult at all, on the contrary, I loved it. “My name is Mary. I am Mery Bell. I am a pupil” were the first English sentences I learned from an English textbook for children, which I inherited from my sister, who, of course, had learnt English before me at the same place.

From the radio

This June/July English saga in a red triptych about strawberries brings us closer to Wimbledon, Liverpool and of course the Beatles, whose music I grew up listening to, whose songs I knew by heart, whose language I learned. They taught me that love was all I needed, how to let go when I had a problem - "let it be", and that I didn't have to carry all the burden of this world on my shoulders alone...

Fields forever

Ok, we've leant it by heart: strawberries must come with whipped cream and they're the tastiest in England, at Wimbledon. In order for the lucky ones who manage to enter the All-England Club complex to enjoy their beauty, more than 170,000 strawberries a day must be transported to the nine Wimbledon bars every day during the tournament. Visitors then wait in queues for hours to buy them and enjoy tennis, strawberries and the essential champagne under the warm Wimbledon sun. 

I don’t know about you, but often in my spare time, if I’m not at the gym or out for coffee somewhere, or if I'm not reading a book or cracking nuts on some occasion, I have the habit of imagining where I would escape from a rainy day like the one today, while I'm writing this. What view would I choose to replace this landscape that I know like the back of my hand and is a bit boring to me? I must admit, I’m drawn to everything: to the sky that is upside down in Australia and to the aurora borealis at both poles, but also to the walls of some ancient city that are all over the world.

All my friends know that I cheered for Argentina in the World Cup Final between France and Argentina. That watching took place in a Belgrade cafe on Vračar, it was raining, the game went to overtime, then to penalties, there was yelling and it was tense. The cafe was divided by fans: there were more of them for the Europeans. Even my football comrades with whom I watched the match were cheering for the Europeans. And I, as always, cheered for Argentina..