KRISTINA LANG'S LETTERS & POEMS

When my brother and I were little, we would go on vacation every July or August to the village near Zadar, where our father came from....

A few weeks ago, my Macedonian friend Lolita, suggested that we go on a trip with an agency from Cambridge to see Stonehenge and Bath....

My reunion with America after 28 years took place last week. I landed in Baltimore on Friday night around 8 pm and was greeted by rain....

Hours, days, months and now years pass. You have been wounded, unfortunate Palestine, and you still hurt. I cry, my tears are heavy, but...

Today, I do not understand people who remain blind or are not interested in the world around us. That world is a less safe place than it...

On your chest rests the heaviness of the world, It must be incredibly hard to stay and to be. Your suffering is massive, nights must be...

A week ago, I spent a week in front of the TV watching the news non-stop from morning until late at night. The long-awaited end to the...

My daughter and I somehow always spontaneously travel to Zagreb for New Year's Eve. We like to welcome the New Year on the main square of...

When the Christmas celebrations in the work environment were brought to an end, Christmas itself began to approach. I had a very clear...