Aarhus 37 Denmark sample

The story begins already in the air, on the plane flying to Scandinavia. During that month, clear northern winds helped me clear my mind, and in
After I decided to take the trip, my thoughts took to flight together with me. that short stretch of time, Aarhus vibes awakened love in me, and love is
Coming out of a cloud, my view was engulfed by an endless blue, and that always an entirely clear sign...
is when I realized that, up above, in the sky, there were no borders, that
the sky belonged to a different dimension governed by a different set of The process of merging photographs and words, city images and the
laws. And that the only real boundaries were within us. And, if we were to sentiments they aroused, set me into motion deep down and opened
succumb to their power, they would hold us captive by their tight outlines unexpected new passages for me. That is how, in Aarhus, in that town
wherever we went. Otherwise, a vast space would open before us, the same without fences and borders, I came across yet another in a series of road
kind of space that opened before me on this short trip, the space that opens signs without which my own life would have been governed by external
whenever I decide to move and embark on a journey. forces. I came a step closer to internal wells, and the book is here as a
blueprint of that trip, and as a road sign for someone else.
Copenhagen was the first contact with Denmark. This journey continued all
the way to Aarhus, the capital of culture of our small community which had
settled on Planet Earth and is trying to incorporate its civilization into the
eternal cosmic existence through its culture.


The impressions merged, strung together, and in the end, a photograph
like a moment, and a word like an idea, sparking as the camera shutter
closes – came together on paper. Vujović Peđa – phototherapist.

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On the ground, on the land below A copy, or an original – The edge of the horizon is always all Not all roads lead to Rome. The day started... The clock is ticking. Life is at the door.
– road signs. Which ones are mine, you chose your own life. around us, but the line of decision Let me swim in a sea of dreams as
which ones are yours? lies within us alone... North. North- the Nectar moistens my body with
west.. infinite aspiration.








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First Aid – the exit of civilization into Reflections of reality change in Economic expansion Useless information settles in one’s What is ahead, what is behind, is an A brief respite awakens the
nature. action. produces dpression. mind and on paper. eternal question. awareness of the orderliness of my
War begins and stops at the thoughts, my streets, my cities, and
strike of a pen. faces... Introspection.








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Individualism creates conditions for In the cycle of life, each day carries a Everything in nature is simple. The transparency of thoughts frees Posing creates confusion. A false Agents in their positions.
the whole to come together. different color. Things happen of their own up communication. image tricks reality. The system of
So do human thoughts. accord, free of confusing human A smile widens it into love. imagination grows.
thoughts.

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Light refracted in rain drops creates The elasticity of the soul is Waiting is not in vain, if you are at the Everyone creates their own Traces of the past are within us. Evolution develops
a rainbow. Reality’s refraction in one’s reflected in the body. The rigidity right terminal. universe. Wherever we go, their footprints materialism;
pupils colours the soul. of the system still doesn’t affect are visible. technology develops.
Reality is a rainbow. A point of view. the elasticity. There is a chance. But, love develops too...


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Reality is subjective. Man wants to be above nature up The flow of energy controls the Time does not move, nor does it I soaked my thoughts in dreams. Under the tall tombstone, an old
until nature shows it’s above man. state of the organism. Its clogging flow; it’s within us. To make them softer. tree in the depths of the forest,
is the cause of disease. lies a cemetery of small, self-sprung
moments of eternal existence.


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Structural changes Money controls human activity The discord with impulses of one’s own While the sound vibrates in notes, We see the masks all around us... Ako uspiješ da izraziš ono što os-
Decomposing atoms of trouble on the planet. being allows external forces to take the light dances in photons. until we take off our own. jećaš, to je umjetnost.
And synthesizing them into But who controls money? control over one’s life.
happiness. Or is everything out of control?

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What do birds chirp to one
another... what do they think of as
they fly, unbound by the direction of
movement as people are.

I’m sitting on the plane which is just coming out of a cloud. Whenever I embark on a journey,
I always come out of a cloud. And then my view stretches across the horizon, far, beyond the planet...
beyond the planet on which I stood before the trip.

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On the ground, on the land below – road signs.
Which ones are mine, which ones are yours?







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Not all roads lead to Rome.















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In the cycle of life, each day carries a different color.
So do human thoughts.






























There’s always inspiration. It roars like thunder, or waits serenely as a ripe cherry on a branch.
The only question is whether you will see it. Better said, you always see it, but can you recognize
it? To recognize inspiration is the only task in it all, in our life, that deserves the title of work…
the work on one’s own Self.







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Reality is subjective.











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We see the masks all around us...
The night before I was to arrive in Aarhus, I sat at Carna’s in Malmö with her brother and until we take off our own.
cousin. We sat and talked until dawn. We went on and on. The cousin talked about the universe,
the planets, the sun, the temperature on the sun… As he was talking about how high the
temperatures can go at the very core of the sun, I interrupted with questions. How did he
manage to measure the temperature at the sun’s center? And does he know what lies in Earth’s
core? He replied that certain facts do exist and that it has to be accepted. Then I asked him how
he knows which facts exactly he has to accept and which ones he doesn’t. And then he started
talking about books, historians, scientists. Then I changed the subject to music. And then the
cousin told me that he downloads music from the internet, there’s a site he likes and he uses it to
download music. And he played an exotic tune I had never heard before… And I liked it.

“Who’s playing this,” I asked him.
“Africans, they’re called Tinariwen, they’re a good band, they tour in between wars, ha, ha..”
“It would be great to hear them play live,” I thought, and perhaps even said it, I don’t remember.
Then we smoked… And we listened to music some more, and talked some more, and then
smoked again. And then we went to bed.

A few days later in Aarhus, Emir and me agreed to meet in a café called Masked, but with no
masks on. We ventured to get to know some parts of ourselves, I was to find something of me in
him, and he was to discover segments of himself in me. Photography is the point of
convergence; it connects us to ourselves, and it connects us with others. As we sat there
drinking – I had a Danish juice, he had a beer – his phone rang. He had a talk, I don’t know
whom with, and halfway through the conversation he covered the mic with his hand and asked
me what my surname was… I told him. When he was done, he said that I’d been added to the
list of guests for a concert and that we could go together if I wanted to. I asked him what type of
concert it was, and he replied that it was a concert by an African band, Tinariwen, who were to
perform that night.