
The Macedonian government is into massive campaigns. Sometimes it is to advertise how hard it is working, which we all know it does 24/7, but mostly it is to tell its humble citizens the difference between right and wrong, and most importantly educate Macedonians how to behave, as they don’t seem to fit the high standards of the government.
Unlike most capital cities in Europe, Pristina is home to the odd wandering cow, grazing on the meagre roadside pasture.
It’s a stale (and wrong) cliché that the Balkans produce more history than they can consume (quote from Churchill). More recently, it seems like the Balkans are producing more universities than anybody could (or should) consume.
Placing the statue of Alexander the Great in the centre of Skopje is an unintentional allegory for the end of transition in Macedonia.
The project "Skopje 2014" has become a source of frustration among Macedonian intellectuals, particularly those born in Skopje. If you mention the issue the conversation will immediately become disturbing.
A friend and fellow expat living in Sarajevo told me he might transfer to a different city next year. “I like Sarajevo but there is hardly any cultural life,” he said, and complained about the lack of concerts and weak alternative music scene.

The first mistake is to assume that you can find it. This happens to me time and time again, despite my abundance of foreknowledge and experience.
On the same day, almost two months ago, when the uproar started about the shooting of Angeline Jolie’s film in Sarajevo, I attended a controversial exhibition in Berlin.
“Don't you insult my tango!”, were the words I heard from an arguing couple as I approached the entrance to one of the spots where tango in Belgrade takes place. To hear the argument, I pretended to be waiting for someone, trying to look as though standing there was an unpleasant must.
I wanted to write a blog about culture and what we (the people in small towns) are faced with when it comes to culture. After initially wanting to blame authorities and those close to them, I shifted my thinking into blaming myself. I would not worry about these thoughts too much; they are just a reaction-coming-late to the poor election results.
I know… just some six hours of travel - and we were already bored with it!
I remember watching the Farm in Mali Rit as a series when I was a kid. There are sentences and names from it that we still use.
I count the years from the end of one holiday to the beginning of a new one. And, it was as if I knew the year would be a very difficult one, I started planning the 2010 holiday well in advance.
When I arrived in the Trg Susan Sontag, the square in which the theatre sits, I was almost the only person there. In front of the theatre, some technicians were setting up hot-lights and camera equipment, while a handful of curious office workers, presumably journeying home, were milling curiously about; otherwise, though, the place was deserted.
Ever since I think that artists do have a role to play in society – to provoke. Provoke emotions, provoke thought, provoke dispute. As the maximal impersonisation of the individual will to create, the artist puts him or herself in a dialogue with the collective, often in conflict. As a member of the civil society, the artist can offer a corrective to developments within the collective.
Kosovo’s domestic soaps are falling victim to cheap imports from Turkey and Latin America.