Village Life / by Ante Badzim


Village life in Miljevci.

It’s hard not to get emotional when I simply think about this place. This is where my fondest childhood memories were made. This scene is a regular one where the remaining locals sit in the street during the cooler parts of the day.

This village is where my mum was born. Sadly many of the elderly have passed and the young have moved to the city. Many houses are deserted but in my mind I can still hear people taking, laughing and kids playing.

Even though there isn’t much here, there is more than you will ever find in any city. Time really does stop in Miljevci and your senses come alive. Even as I write this I can feel my heart beat, hear the rain falling on the trees, the leaves rustling and cicadas singing.