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In Kamnik, in the peaceful settlement of Šmarca, where people still greet each other over the fence and exchange a few words over their morning coffee, Milan Zavasnik spent his youth.
My mother keeps an old photo in a drawer in the living room. It's not on display or in a frame.
My mother Lidija told me this story. Herbert was her uncle and Rozika was his wife.
I have known Rozalia Klokočovnik for many years. Actually, it would be fairer to say that she knows me.
Lojze Klokočovnik walked the same path for almost thirty years; from his home to the bus station and then from the bus station to the Konus factory.
Klavdija Ališič has been coming to Dom na Joštu for years. Not because she is a sportswoman, and not because she wants to prove anything to anyone. Nor is it because she wants to chase views.
When Saturday morning was just waking up and the peaks of Pohorje were bathed in mist, a group of people gathered in the parking lot of the old sawmill in Kočno.
My first encounter with the so-called Vatican bread, at the age of almost 26, was in December, when the days are short and the city closes in the evening.
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