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1991 brought winds of change. A window of dreams opened that we had not dared to dream before. The city breathed hope, people walked the streets with quiet dreams in their eyes.
1956 was not an easy year, but I will carry some of the moments from that time in my heart for the rest of my life. There were five children in our house. We lived modestly, but close-knit.
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.
On the centenary of the death of Adelma von Vay, a woman who transcended her time and place, Slovenske Konjice is presenting an exhibition that is more than just a display of history - it is a dialogue with mystery, light and heritage that goes beyond the ordinary.
In the period between childhood carefree-ness and the first realisation that the world around us is not a given, we came together - a group of peers, friends, children with hearts bigger than our hands.
Ivana Hribernik, whom we all called Jenda, was a woman with a capital letter. She was my mother's godmother and my grandmother's best friend.
My grandmother Francka said goodbye when she was almost 100 years old. I knew that one day that day would come, but you are never really ready for it. We loved her.
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