"Outside, he stepped onto his moped and pulled on his flip-up helmet. He had to pull himself together, there was a crisis to manage."

Sometime in the last ten years

two digital nomads who were living in Sarajevo

journeyed to Bjelašnica Mountain in search of

the Legend of Planina Jinn:

they were never seen again.

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I stand outside a coppersmith’s workshop listening to Tarik describe the various ornaments and souvenirs on display. He turns around and picks something up from the ground—a large tubular object that he bounces once in his hands—it’s an artillery shell, he says.

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Here is what I got up to over the Easter weekend.

I met a new friend in Sarajevo, her name is June.

I hope you like this little story about us hanging out.

The question I’m asking myself is an obvious one—who lives in houses such as these? Little people? Cats? Fairy people? Witches?

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What does 'home' mean to you?

Book nook. Bean cushion. Noodle bowl. Netflix?

My new fiction piece on Substack is called 'home', it's a bit spooky, but still has creature comforts 🏚️

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... a minute in world time. You mean there's a time difference? Naturally. Death was not in any hurry, a slow-mover, I had caught up to him easily. I was part of the accident there, I said. He thought as much. I can gift you one chance to go back, he said. No way Death, I said. He looked bored.

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"I had been sitting in the lobby when I caught sight of him at the far end of the seat. He sat with his legs crossed and stared closely at his phone. He has the same jacket as me, I thought. That’s weird."

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