by zvezdan margic | Mar 1, 2026 | Blog
She entered suddenly, as if the wind had blown into the car. Blue eyes – but not peaceful ones, but wide-open, scattered. Blood poured from her forehead, a thin line cutting across her face. She was holding a child in her hand, a boy maybe five or six years old....
by zvezdan margic | Mar 1, 2026 | Blog
There are also moments when I clearly feel the split within me. On the one hand – I’m very screwed. Scarred for years, disappointed with people, the system, myself. I carry in my chest all the unspoken words, all the missed opportunities, all the paths I...
by zvezdan margic | Mar 1, 2026 | Blog
I don’t wear a uniform, I don’t have a badge, and no one knows my name beyond the license plate stuck on the dashboard. But at night, while I’m driving, I often have the feeling that I’m drawn into other people’s fates like a silent...
by zvezdan margic | Mar 1, 2026 | Blog
When I drive through the city at rush hour, I don’t just see traffic. I can see the tension. There are clenched fists in the steering wheels, short fuses in the eyes. People blow their horns at each other as if to expel all the pent-up anger they have been...
by zvezdan margic | Feb 28, 2026 | Blog
When I drive for a long time at night, my mind opens up by itself. I see people rushing to jobs that don’t make them happy, returning from offices where they spent the whole day nodding their heads, pressing keys and signing papers whose meaning they themselves...
by zvezdan margic | Feb 28, 2026 | Blog
There’s something about that drive from point A to point B that feels like an entire human lifetime. They enter suddenly, with some haste in their eyes, say the address as if that’s the only thing that matters, and then – as the car glides through the...
