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Nataša Milivojevič is one of those people you cannot overlook or forget. Her presence simply brightens your day.
Zdravko Pristovnik lived in Cigonca, a small hamlet near Slovenska Bistrica - a man whose work meant his life.
There was something special in the air at Zreče Kindergarten on Tuesday morning. You could feel it was not an ordinary day as soon as you walked in.
Debeli rtič was a place that smelled of childhood. Freedom, pine trees, salty air and evenings full of laughter.
The inhabitants of Spodnje Nova vas, near Slovenska Bistrica, lived modestly and in connection with nature and each other.
Years ago, when the spring was still cold and the morning air was filled with the smell of earth and damp grass, something happened on the edge of the village that still lives in my memory as a silent reminder of the power of compassion.
Our house in Slovenska Bistrica was not big, but it stood firm, as if it knew why it was there. Its walls smelled of the bread my grandmother baked in the bread oven and the herbs that hung dried over the stove.
I spent my early childhood in the very heart of Slovenska Bistrica, on a lively street that ran parallel to the stadium.
In the very heart of Izola, among the narrow streets, the salt in the air and the whisper of the waves, lived a lady named Radojka Milinčevič.
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